#halsin x zevlor

[garfield0-o]

Bet u CANT guess who my fave is

Not posted here in a while😮

[my-little-loverboy]

Teehee hellgrove <3

[redmedic]

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[haverdoodles]

Wildheart

— (Laurel & Halsin)

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"I knew you would find me," Halsin said softly. "You always do, Laurel. My Wildheart."

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Laurel is an elf druid from the Ring of Swords, a circle located in the Neverwinter Wood - the same forest that Kila comes from! :)

He is an eccentric, solitary man who spends most of his time in wolf wildshape. He is fully blind, and has extremely sensitive smell, hearing, and peripheral senses as a result. He is covered in scars from hundreds of years of skirmishes and wars, but has never tried to remove them with magic or medicine. To him, they are his story.

Laurel and Halsin have known each other for about two hundred years, and always reunite in some way or another. Halsin is one of the few people in the entire world that Laurel truly and profoundly trusts, and as a result he is extremely loyal to him.

In the case of BG3's storyline, Laurel senses that Halsin might be in danger and thus undertakes an impressive journey across Faerûn on foot - or well, paws - to get to him. Laurel will be in a poly romance with both Zevlor and Halsin - the tired old man husbands, as I affectionately call them.

If I decide to write him as a companion character, he would be sniffing around in wolfshape by the corpses of the dead adventurers that you come across on your way to the goblin camp, trying to follow Halsin's scent. If Halsin is rescued, he too will join your camp. If Halsin is killed, Laurel will go mad, turn on you, and avenge him.

[imnotnice]

zevlor and halsin after act 2

after being rescued, do you think zevlor avoids halsin as much as possible. do you think zevlor sees them as incompatible now that the noble and mighty halsin has finally succeeded in lifting the shadow curse while zevlor was off selling out and being captured. halsin won his battle with his past failures while zevlor just sinks deeper into his own. do you think halsin would try seek out zevlor, desperate to assure him that he still deserves goodness and kindness and happiness and that he was a victim of a god-like being, not a sellout. more importantly, do you think zevlor believes him?

anyways these old war guys have bewitched me body and soul i can’t stop thinking about them

[wellthebardsdead]

Zevlor: *looking visibly stressed and stuck in place as the group fusses over him after saving him from moonrise, setting him up a comfy bedroll in Halsins tent, everyone holding their clothes up to him to see if it’ll fit, lae’zel checking him for a tadpole and foisting the artefact at him while Gale tries to offer him something to eat* no- I- I really- it’s okay you don’t need- need to- no please it’s fine-

Halsin: *walks over and gently ushers him to the tent* I’ll take it from here. *smiles back at them* he’s overwhelmed.

*that evening*

Tav: he ate it all, does he want more Gale made extra in case.

Halsin: no need. *pulls the tent opening back to show the tiefling curled up asleep in Halsins spare clothes, snug and sleepy, most likely the first decent rest he’s had in weeks* leave him with me. I’ll make sure he’s cared for. Even if he doesn’t know how to accept it.

Zevlor: *curls his tail up between his legs and hugs it to his shoulder as he snuggles up tighter into a ball*

Halsin: *tucks a blanket over him and puts a pillow beside him in case he needs it along with the several others he’s already placed*

Tav: *smiles* he’s safe with you.

[rolanpilled]

Modded Romance/NSFW Scenes

Here's some romance scenes I modded for certain ships. Warnings as some scenes are NSFW/uncensored.

God Gale (+Rolan)

Minthara x Orin - NSFW (this scene goes crazy, honestly)

Halsin x Zevlor - NSFW

Haarlep x Raphael - NSFW

[suosopuli-blog]

Platonic or sfw musings about Halsin and Zevlor

The moment Zevlor spots the tremor of Halsin’s hands and sees how unbothered Halsin is by it makes Zevlor stunned at first.

Also the fact that none of Halsin’s admirers (Tav or others) seem to mind the fact gives Zevlor a much needed nudge toward restored self-confidence.

He has seen himself so battered and broken that it has been hard to accept the shaking of his hands as anything but the testament to his failings.

But through Halsin, Zevlor may come to learn that what his mind has pushed aside, his body remembers. So he may begin to mend his relationship with his body and accept his shaky hands not as a flaw but as a feature. A condition that was born out of his will to survive. Survival is not shameful.

Also the fact that despite the tremors Halsin has a slew of admirers may give Zevlor hope that he too might be desired yet, all flaws and features included.

Man I’d like to read a slice-of-life fic with Halsin and Zevlor building Thaniel’s Realm and drinking tea by the porch while the children play.

[whathebeep]

That's it y'all

We all know Halsin/Astarion is phenomenal BUT what is the other best Halsin ship?? Cause I've been seeing art of Halsin and Gale, or Halsin and Wyll and fics of Halsin and Zevlor and they're all so good 👀

[yappacadaver]

*perks my head up like a dog* Zevlor/Halsin 😳😳 I am thinking about how Halsin would take Very good care of Zevlor (Zevlor would not ask but he needs the TLC). I would love to see your interpretation of them together 🤔

I'm screaming i love you forever and everrrrrr

Using your ask as another excuse to draw muscular men without shirts on but this time they're kissy kissy

[ceo-of-sloppy-men]

Okay, now for the other part of the ask!!

Zevlor/halsin / (Nsfw or sfw or both) how they are after a few years together

they have a little cottage in the slowly rebuilding Shadow Curse lands

Zevlor has a flourishing garden in which he grows most of their vegetables, as well as a myriad of flowers. Halsin is so proud of him and spends a fair bit of time assisting him

Despite both of them being "retired" they spend their days acting as the town's sheriffs, keeping the general peace

they are also known to run a bed and breakfast for those passing through to Baldur's Gate and have become quite well known as the "old married couple with an army of wooden ducks and the best omelettes you'll ever have" guests expect to leave with at least a tiny wooden duck Halsin carves for them while they're there

Zevlor can be found on the porch with his feet up and a brimmed hat tipped back napping 80% of the time, with an unusually large dog at his feet snoring away

Halsin spends his days running the orphanage of the town; making sure all the kids are fed and cared for, as well as attending their schooling and not driving the teacher insane.

Zevlor volunteers as well, watching over the ones who require special accommodations in schooling. Need an alternative way to learn mathematics? Zevlor can probably use a hand in the garden, why don't you come pick some plants and we'll see what we can do

they considered adopting one or two of the orphans but decided that it would show favourtism so ultimately they just let the orphans consider both of them as their fathers

[garfield0-o]

[haru-sen]

halsin and zevlor, the first time/moment they are something more than diplomatic allies (maybe fluff, maybe their first sex time together, feel free!) before halsin has to go with aradin to the goblin camp (ada-melodies!)

I uh...short fiction LMAO. (It's only 3,250 words)

The Nature of Guardians

Set pre-Tav and the events of Through the Gates of Horn and Oak. SFW

“They’ve been following us for the past hour,” Tilses said quietly. “Some of the guards are getting nervous about the wolves.”

“Remind them to hold their fire,” Zevlor said, his voice carrying. Damays already warned him that this was druid territory. So when a group of large bears, wolves, and badgers started to follow from a distance, he understood that these were no ordinary animals. Maybe some were simple wild beasts, but there were likely familiars and several wild-shaped druids in the mix, and it would not do to court their anger.

Zevlor stayed in the front while Tilses and Asharak went down the line, reaffirming orders. Cerys was at the tail of it, making sure no one was left behind.

“We’re taking the Risen Road to Baldur’s Gate,” Zevlor called out to a dire wolf that lingered close to the road. “We are refugees from Elturel. We are just trying to follow the Risen Road to Baldur’s Gate. There are children here-”

The wolf locked eyes with him, a disconcertingly sentient intelligence on that lupine face, before it darted off. Zevlor exhaled, crossbow still slung across his back.

They made it another fifteen minutes before an enormous cave bear lumbered out of the grass. It trundled straight toward him, not charging, but its intent was clear.

Zevlor halted and resisted the urge to reach for his sword.

There was a shimmer of golden light and the bear stood upright and became the biggest, most solid-looking elf he had ever seen.

“Oak Father’s blessings on you and yours. My name is Halsin, the Archdruid of the Emerald Grove. You look like you’re in need of some assistance.”

Before today, Zevlor had never paid Silvanus much mind. And yet, that was the god he was thanking when he and his people bedded down in a real shelter for the first time in weeks.

##

“My apologies, Archdruid. The young man in question was trying to aid in kitchen duties, however-” Zevlor pinched the bridge of his nose, trying not to think of the foul smoldering mess Danis created. “He is, at best, a novice.”

“You can just call me “Halsin,” Zevlor. We don’t stand on ceremony here,” Halsin said, sitting on the stone table Zevlor was using as a desk. “I came to apologize for Marcoryl’s outburst. It was an overreaction. Granted, the scent was foul, but accidents happen and druids should be made of sterner stuff. He’s just…” Halsin stared off to the side. “High-strung.”

“I think it would benefit everyone if we limit who’s on mess duty to a...trustworthy few,” Zevlor said, mustering a small smile.

“I have no complaints. I appreciate your people helping to clean up the Hollow.”

Halsin might not have complaints, but his second, Kagha, certainly wasn’t pleased by their extended stay and she was not alone in her feelings.

“I know our presence is a burden,” Zevlor said quietly. “I’ve sent scouts out to forage, but some haven’t returned. I’m...concerned.”

Halsin stroked his chin. “There are some troubling developments in the region. Some of our familiars are reporting goblin movements. You might want to limit your people’s range. I know ogres have been spotted in the area.”

Zevlor swore under his breath. “My scouts aren’t equipped to handle ogre marauding parties.”

“Most of my people are not either,” Halsin said, shaking his head. “We’ll have to monitor the situation closely and share information.” He smiled ruefully. “You might be sick of my face by the end of this.”

“No, I don't think that will be the case,” Zevlor said hesitantly, meeting the wood elf’s green eyes.

Halsin’s smile widened, a little too knowing.

Heat stirred in his blood, and Zevlor forced himself to look away.

##

“I think we’ve finally retrieved the last of Loic’s belongings,” Zevlor said, pinching the bridge of his nose. Cerys took point on that one. It was best if he minimized contact with Mol, for both their sakes.

Halsin leaned against a stone table, skimming some ancient tome while measuring out dried herbs.

“Loic’s a big whiner,” Nettie said cheerfully as she bandaged a squirrel. It was scowling at him, Zevlor was certain. “Can’t believe a couple of bairns pinched his pouches. He’s only making a fuss because he’s so ashamed.”

Zevlor managed a small smile and a grateful nod to the healer. “I...don’t disagree. But some of the children have had rough upbringings. All this time on the road hasn’t been good for their social graces.” Though thieving to survive was something Mol knew long before they left Elturel. He was keenly aware of the fact that his people had a reputation for being criminals, and he spent his entire life combating that viewpoint. But times changed. Now he would rather they break the law than die for it.

Halsin nodded absently. “The matter was hardly worth bringing to our attention,” He set the book down and finally looked up at Zevlor, and his smile widened into something more personable. “Have you eaten yet?”

“I-” Zevlor looked away. Supplies were dwindling too quickly now that the scouting expeditions were halved. The children and the other workers received priority rations.

Three scouts failed to return, and Zorru spotted ogres, as well as some other creatures he did not recognize patrolling the nearby roads.

“Of course not,” Halsin said, shaking his head. “Hold on.” He left the library.

“You know,” Nettie said, turning to him. “He really enjoys your conversations. Your knowledge of the history of the pantheon is impressive. I didn’t realize the relationship between Umberlee and the Oak Father was so...nuanced. I admit that I didn’t expect a soldier to be so well-read, no offense.”

“Ah, well, I suppose that’s fair. Many are not,” Zevlor said, looking down. “I received some...liturgical training in my youth.”

“Ah, a cleric of Helm then?” Nettie asked.

Zevlor shifted back and forth on his heels, tail winding tightly around his leg. “I was once a paladin.”

Nettie nodded amiably.

“Will you stay for lunch?” Halsin asked as he returned, carrying a large bundle wrapped in leaves. It smelled like smoke and meat, and Zevlor felt his stomach clench.

“I couldn-”

“No, I have to train Apikusis and Rath on advanced wound treatment techniques,” Nettie said briskly. “Enjoy yourselves.” She gave Zevlor a cheeky wink, before hurriedly exiting.

Halsin began to unwrap the leaves, the scent of herb-roasted venison filling the room. “Join me.”

“I should really g-” Zevlor began.

“I got up early and hunted it myself. I might have borrowed some herbs from Inwe, but she is getting a portion for her help,” Halsin said, his smile placid and inscrutable. “You are not taking anyone else’s share. You haven’t even been taking your own.”

Zevlor exhaled slowly. “Is it that obvious?”

“No, but I know the state of our storerooms and I know what kind of man you are.” He clicked his tongue. “Eat with me, please. Meals are better shared with friends.”

Nodding in resignation, and not a little enticed by the smell, Zevlor sat down with the Archdruid.

##

“Tilses has done wonders for organizing the stockrooms,” Halsin said, grinning up at him.

Perhaps because there wasn’t much left in the stores to organize. But Zevlor did not say that. He sat by the fire with Halsin, sipping the too sweet tea that the Archdruid preferred. The wood elf was stretched out on the grass, back resting against the split log that Zevlor sat atop.

“Tilses is excellent at logistics. If things had not gone the way they did, she would have made a fine quartermaster for our division.”

Halsin sighed sympathetically. “So why the Hellriders then? Why not the Order of the Companion? Seems more suitable for a paladin.”

Since leaving Elturel he had often asked himself the same thing. He did not regret joining the Hellriders, merely how he left them. But his path would have been much simpler if he had been a Companion.

“Some of it was reputation. I was an idealistic cadet with a young man’s pride,” Zevlor said hesitantly. “The Companions were a newer order and lacked the prestige of the Hellriders. And I suppose on some level, the Companion itself, while a wonder...never sat quite right with me.” The Companion, the heatless second sun over Elturel was called Amaunator’s Gift, and it was meant to prevent darklings and other corrupt creatures from assaulting the city. It was raised after the events fifty years ago, when the former High Rider was discovered to be a vampire and the Hellriders fought a losing battle against the undead. It was also the device Zariel used to drag Elturel down to Avernus.

“Prescient,” Halsin said softly.

“It was mostly a young man’s vanity,” Zevlor said. “And the desire to show them that an untrustworthy tiefling could be just as good as the rest of them.” He smiled thinly.

“You made Commander.”

“And lost it all anyway,” Zevlor said, waving his hand dismissively. “No matter, my priorities changed, as they needed to.” Zevlor stared at the fire, impressed by how easily the lie slipped off his tongue. Of course, his priorities changed. But the sting of his exile was not so easily dismissed. He worked for this his entire life, and what did he have to show for it? A broken oath and a dwindling population of civilians. “I shirked my duty once, and paid the price.” He stared at the fire. “But I will not make that mistake again. I am here for my people’s sake.”

“Admirable.”

“A necessity, Halsin. Not a virtue,” Zevlor said sharply.

“I did not want this role,” Halsin said quietly. “After my predecessor fell to Ketheric’s Dark Justiciars, someone had to bring our people home. The details differ, but the sentiment remains the same, don’t you agree?”

Zevlor nodded slowly. “Yes, I suppose so.”

Halsin procured a pipe from his pouch. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all. I used to enjoy a pipe on a rare occasion.” Halsin carefully lit it and took a puff, the fragrant smoke drifting up into the sky. He sighed heavily and then extended his arm, offering the pipe.

“No thank you. I gave it up.”

“Why?” Halsin asked mildly.

“It contributed to an image unbecoming of a Hellrider,” Zevlor said, recalling the High Rider’s words.

“Hellriders can’t smoke?” Halsin asked, a little incredulous.

“A tiefling one should not,” Zevlor said, bitterness twisting his smile.

Halsin snorted loudly. “Your commanding officers were bigots and fools.” He extended his arm, offering it up again. “It’s just us out here. Indulge yourself, Zevlor.”

Zevlor hesitantly accepted the pipe, relieved that Halsin very kindly did not say, “but you are no longer a Hellrider. Those rules do not apply to you.” They both knew it, but some things did not need to be spoken aloud.

He accepted it, taking a small draw. He held the smoke in his mouth, a pleasantly aromatic herbal taste, accentuated by the lingering sweetness of Halsin’s lips. It was almost a kiss. He glanced over at the wood elf and blew out a mouthful of smoke, wondering if the other man would taste just as good.

Halsin smiled at him in the firelight. “You look very regal ringed in smoke, Hellrider.”

“Thank you for sharing, Archdruid,” Zevlor said, returning the pipe to him.

Halsin just brought the pipe back to his lips and closed his eyes, taking his next breath with obvious pleasure.

##

The evening meetings were becoming a habit. If they did not see each other at dinner, well then Halsin would often seek him out later. When asked, Zevlor would merely tell Tilses that they were sharing intelligence and addressing the concerns that came from communal living.

Tilses and Kagha did not have a good working relationship, so it went mostly unquestioned.

“I...overindulged at one point. It is best that I do not partake now.” Halsin leaned back against the stone wall, and next to him, Zevlor was very aware of how much bigger the other man’s body was. He sipped his own glass of mediocre red. “I much prefer tea and honey anyway.”

“Don’t you mean honey diluted with tea?” Zevlor asked, the wine loosening his tongue. It was easy to get comfortable with Halsin.

Halsin’s answering laugh was a deep rumble that resonated in his core. The man had a dangerously disarming sort of charm. People underestimated him for his cheerful rustic attitude, something Zevlor was guilty of. But Halsin had all the cunning of his multiple centuries, he just hid it better than most.

Zevlor’s tail twitched and he took another sip of wine, determined not to overindulge in Halsin’s presence. The druid made him feel too relaxed, too comfortable, too sloppy. And that was something he could not afford to be right now. His responsibilities were to his people. He had already let them down so many times. Allowing himself to be distracted by Halsin’s considerable charms would be irresponsible.

“You look grim, my friend,” Halsin said, reaching over, that rough hand warm on his arm.

Zevlor stared at him, trying to muster a convincing smile, but he had never been good at feigning happiness. It was much easier to be a stern commander, but that approach would not work with Halsin.

“This is my face, Halsin,” Zevlor said, dropping the false smile. “My apologies if you find it disappointing.”

“Not at all,” Halsin said, leaning closer. “It’s a good face, handsome, distinguished even.” He slowly examined Zevlor with a painstaking thoroughness that held the tiefling frozen in place. “This face has character, much like its bearer.”

Zevlor stared wide-eyed at the other man. “I-” His breath caught. Who said things like that to a man like him? Halsin was...He didn’t know what Halsin was. Halsin was not one of his people that he needed to protect. Halsin was not his subordinate. Halsin was not easily defined. “That is quite the compliment,” Zevlor said, his throat suddenly dry. “You’ve rendered me speechless. I can’t remember the last time someone remarked on my visage in such a fashion.”

Halsin frowned. “Truly?”

“I-I was a military man, Halsin,” Zevlor mumbled.

“I’ve heard several of your own people comment on what a fine figure you cut,” Halsin said cheerfully. “You have quite a few admirers.”

“The folly of youth,” Zevlor said, waving him off. “They idealize a former Hellrider, and fail to see him for his many shortcomings. It is something they will grow out of soon. Likely on this very journey.”

“Live long enough, and you will realize that you have many shortcomings,” Halsin said, fingers lightly stroking Zevlor’s arm. “What matters is how you seek to compensate for them.”

“A commendable mindset,” Zevlor’s breath caught as his tail snaked along the back of the druid’s hand. His eyes widened at his own slip, and he hoped that Halsin would not notice-

Halsin chuckled, lightly flicking the tip.

Zevlor gasped, and turned his head, the heat of that touch traveling up his spine. When was the last time someone had played with his tail like this? When was the last time someone made his pulse race in frantic anticipation? Back in Elturel? Before the Descent?

It had to be a mistake. Halsin was just being friendly. Halsin didn’t mean to-

Zevlor looked back, to see Halsin watching him with those hooded eyes.

“Too much?” Halsin asked his voice husky.

Zevlor shuddered.

No, Halsin was too old not to know what he was doing.

“Perhaps I’ve had too much wine. I find myself unfocused,” Zevlor murmured, refusing to address the issue.

“Is it really the wine?” Halsin asked innocently. “I find myself distracted as well, but I haven’t had a drop.”

Zevlor’s breathing grew ragged.

“I’ve seen how you look at me, Zevlor. How your tail arches toward me when we’re alone. I’m not ignorant of tiefling body language.” Halsin’s fingers rubbed his tail and Zevlor gritted his teeth, realizing the treacherous appendage was brushing against the other man’s thigh. “I’m just letting you know that the interest is not one-sided, and if you wish to act on it, well, that is an option.”

Zevlor shut his eyes. “Halsin, that would be unwise.”

“As you say then,” Halsin said, his tone friendly and relaxed. “I have no desire to pressure you.”

“I know you wouldn’t do that,” Zevlor said. He opened his eyes to see Halsin staring wistfully at his mug of tea, still smiling, but the expression held a melancholy that he recognized intimately. Halsin led his circle much like Zevlor led his people. And it would be an imbalance of power to take a lover from those who depended on him. Halsin had similar views. Neither man was alone, but there was a certain kind of solitude that came from the position.

The poignancy of Halsin’s expression struck a chord and Zevlor’s chest tightened. He looked away for a moment, wondering when he had become so timid? Had he lost his spine alongside his oath?

Gritting his teeth, Zevlor, reached over, his hand resting on Halsin’s arm, savoring the feel of bare skin. “If we were going to pursue anything personal, we would have to be very careful,” Zevlor said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Halsin’s eyes widened. “I see.”

“Do you?” Zevlor asked dryly.

Halsin lifted Zevlor’s hand to his lips, his smile bright once more, like the sun shining through the trees. The druid kissed his palm gently, the warmth spreading along his shaken nerves and up through his chest. “I will be very careful with you, Zevlor.”

“It’s not me you have to be careful with,” Zevlor said. “It is those who rely on us.”

“Well, they are not here right now,” Halsin murmured, reaching out to run his fingers along Zevlor’s jaw. “And I think you deserve a great deal of care. I think it has been a long time since someone treated you with the thoughtfulness you deserve.”

Zevlor’s breath caught, the gentleness of Halsin’s touch taking him off guard. The damn man was too insightful, or perhaps he was too obvious in his infatuation. Still his arm moved on its own, trapping Halsin’s hand against his face.

Halsin smiled then and leaned closer.

There came a grinding sound as the chamber doors began to open. Zevlor hissed, dropping back as Halsin released him.

“Sir, the guards report mercenaries wandering around outside. They’re making so much noise, they’ll bring something down on us!” Tilses scowled as she stormed into the room. “We need to infor- Oh.”

Zevlor sipped his wine, eyes on the ground as he leaned away from Halsin.

The Archdruid sat a respectable distance away, also drinking his tea.

Tilses regarded them for a moment. “Oh good, you’re both here. I don’t know what you want to do, but there was no immediate threat, so we weren’t going to act without your permission.” “Thank you, Tilses,” Halsin said, sounding as unbothered as ever. Zevlor envied that skill. “I suppose we better go see what they want.” He climbed to his feet. “Would you come with me?”

Nodding in resignation, Zevlor rose.

“We can continue our discussion afterward,” Halsin said, his tone casual.

“That isn’t necessary,” Zevlor murmured.

“On the contrary,” Halsin said, smiling at him. “I find it a subject of great personal interest, one that requires my full attention.”

Still reeling from that declaration, Zevlor followed the Archdruid outside, to see what misfortune had come knocking at their gates.

[redmedic]

i'd do anything for more domestic wholesome pregnancy arts from u,, thinking abt zevlor and halsin. like halsin holding up zevlor's belly to help relieve some strain <3

FERAL for this . i will gladly draw more of this! i love preg zevlor so much. i have drawn a lot of their kids already!

halsin and all of the babies

and here is baby roll call

i also think they adopt and take care of orphans. but yes. i will draw him preg DO NOT worry

[tolnas-vault]

Fic Review: Respite

Reviewed: April 18 2024

Fic Data

Rating: E

Status: Complete

Word Count: 5840

Main Ship(s): Halsin/Zevlor

Side Ship(s): None

Other Side Character(s): None

Summary:

Zevlor opened his mouth to reply, then closed it. He wanted to object that he hadn’t gotten much sleep lately and he was doing just fine. But he sensed something in the druid’s words. He was likely not that concerned with his circadian rhythm, actually. Was he… flirting? The possibility threw him for a loop. No, it was a silly notion. Make advances to someone like him? A broken paladin, a man who was still together only because he wasn’t allowed to fall to pieces, not at that time. No. Must have been his imagination.

- Halsin helps Zevlor relax a little during the celebration. He has a few ways to do so in mind

Ao3 Stats (As of April 18 2024)

Halsin/Zevlor on Ao3: 22

Halsin: 3853

Zevlor: 398

Review (Mild Spoilers Only, 18+ Only Under Cut)

Warnings: Drug use (Fantasy Pot), Shotgunning, Anal Sex

Favorite Quote:

"He wanted to object that he hadn’t gotten much sleep lately and he was doing just fine. But he sensed something in the druid’s words. He was likely not that concerned with his circadian rhythm, actually." 

Main POV: Zevlor

Thoughts:

One props to this fic for a more subtle representation of someone's first time with pot.

Two I very much enjoyed Zevlor's perspective in this fic. The tension felt very really, and very relatable. You can see the build up to the man who would stumble in the Shadowlands.

Three I always love a fic that gets that exact balance of Halsin patiently asking for consent, while being very very excited to couple with his partner. I feel as though this gets to the overall appeal of Halsin, sex positive in a way that never feels like pressure.

A very hot read with some great character work on Zevlor's end.

Who I'd recommend this fic to: Fan of, what are the kids calling it nowadays? Old man yaoi? I also think this is a great fic for fans of Zevlor, particularly those who relate to his struggles. And those who wish Halsin would help them relax too.

[imnotnice]

zevlor and halsin is so chef kiss

they narratively compliment each other so well. whether they’d be ultimately healthy for one another or not, they are both leaders who have had massive failures/tragedies haunting them for years and i think they would at least try to dig each other out of their respective pits of guilt and self-loathing. also they both constantly put their people’s needs before their own, so nobody’s there to check in on them except each other (and their respective second-in-commands to an extent.) but but then after zevlor’s act 2 arc shit gets even more complicated and angsty. ough. also i wish they had a convo at the teifling party, they’re standing like 10 ft from each other.