Can I Request What Are Little Things That Would Make Halsin Fall For Gn Reader Harder Please?

Can I request what are little things that would make Halsin fall for gn reader harder please?

Of course! I can't believe I didn't do it already! making some final touches, should upload it soon <3

Can I request Halsin teaching a shy Tav how to kiss? They are only used to pecks on the lips but he wants to teach them more.

I love this request! at first I wanted to write some neat headcanons in in a bullet-point list, but I got a little carried away and wrote a short scenario, for about 1500 words, hope you don't mind!

and again thanks for request, i had a blast writing it ♡

you'll find the scenario in the next post

bg3 on a beach (modern headcanons)

some little beach-day headcanons ˙ᵕ˙

𓇼 Astarion 𓇼

the one who brought sunscreen with SPF 50

and basically an entire beach bag of skincare essentials— lip balm, hand cream, hand sanitizer, hair comb (gold-plated), facial mist, perfumes….

….a chic umbrella that screams "I don't do tan lines" (you didn’t know umbrellas might be chic? wel, you’ve obviously never met astarion, you poor soul)

struts around in Dior or Armani swim trunks that probably cost more than everyone else’s entire beach wardrobe (taste, darling)

throws subtle shade at anyone who dares to get sand near his setup

𓇼 Gale 𓇼

sitting next to Astarion under the chick umbrella, reading a brick-tome that looks way too heavy for a beach day

loose, unbuttoned shirt flapping in the breeze, looking like he's ready to casually narrate the next chapter of his life

dips into the water only to cool off, then returns to his book (wears a wide brimmed hat while swimming because sunburns are for novices)

brings some fruits, maybe homemade snacks i(f he’s feeling particulary extra)

puts on sunglasses, claiming it’s for “eye protection,” but really so he can unashamedly observe everyone else (astarion observes everyone at the beach as well, but making no effort to hide it though)

𓇼 Halsin 𓇼

totally would have preferred to go to a nudist beach, but hey, what won’t he do for his party?

sunbathes directly under the scorching rays, basking in nature's warm embrace

gives off major retired surfer vibes—minus the board, plus a lot of wisdom about underwater ecosystems

spends most of the day diving, befriending the fish, and enthusiastically recounting his underwater adventures to Shadowheart

as the sun sets, he meditates, he’s body looking positively glorious as the golden light hits just right

𓇼 Wyll 𓇼

rolls in with a cooler full of chilled beer, instantly becoming everyone’s favorite person

the one who’s super into every beach sport there is

performs cartwheels and somersaults, showing off a little (endd up with a head full of sand)

borrows Halsin’s goggles and disappears for an hour or two, only to resurface with a story about an underwater adventure

comforts a crying child who lost their bucket, instantly becoming a hero of the beach

𓇼 Karlach 𓇼

alexa, play starships by nicki minaj

fearless of the sun—probably doesn’t even know what sunscreen is

the most grateful for Wyll's beer, probably cracking open a can before she even sets up her towel (if it's a bottle, she’ll open it with her teeth)

hypes everyone up for a beach volleyball match, whether they want to play or not

dominates the game with killer serves, yelling “BOOM!” every time she scores

𓇼 Shadowheart 𓇼

aka Wednesday Addams on vacation, complete with a black swimsuit and a hat so big it casts shade on half the beach

floats around on an floatie, giving off strong “don’t bother me” vibes

quietly builds a sandcastle that turns out to be an architectural masterpiece (It’s somehow both gothic and impressive)

doesn’t know how to swim but hasn’t admitted it to anyone. Instead, she’s perfected the art of looking mysterious while staying close to the shore

smiles at dogs playing in the distance

𓇼 Lae’zel 𓇼

laughs in the face of sunburn

side-eyes Astarion and Gale applying sunscreen, muttering something about “weakness” under her breath

joins Shadowheart for a few minutes of sandcastle building, then pretends she wasn’t enjoying it

hyper-competitive during beach volleyball, diving for every ball like it’s a life-or-death situation

inevitably gets sunburned, grudgingly wears Gale’s hat, and glares at anyone who dares to mention it

𓇼 Jaheira 𓇼

doesn't have time for this shit

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the summer is ending, I feel it in my bones, so I just had to write this one hihi

♡ halsin's little distraction♡

pov:halsin pinning over tav during the tiefling party, after declining their offer to get to know them, he sneaks off to please himself

"There are a lot of thirsty people down there," Halsin remarked, his voice a deep, comforting rumble. He watched you leave, a bittersweet smile tugging at his lips. Despite your outward composure, he noticed the slight heaviness in your steps, the way your eyes avoided his for a second, and the subtle redness creeping up your neck.

He had known you for such a short time, really; but the sincerity of your reaction to his rejection had stirred something within him. You seemed sweet, trying to mask your disappointment with a brave face. It was a shame, as in his eyes there was no reason for embarrassment. You simply saw an opportunity and took it. If circumstances were different, you wouldn’t have needed to ask—he would have been the one to come to you first, eager and unabashed. But duty weighed heavily on him, now stronger then ever. So Halsin held back his desires, even as a slow-burning heat smoldered deep inside him, a tightness growing within.

oh

He felt a bit too old to be reacting to you with such enthusiasm. Perhaps the goblin cell had worn on him… or maybe he simply liked you more than he expected.

The Tiefling party continued in full swing, laughter and music blending into a joyous symphony. Yet, amidst all of this, Halsin couldn’t shake the image of you from his mind. His thoughts lingered on the curve of your smile, the subtle grace in your movements. A bottle of wine, held firmly in your hand.

His mind swirled, unable to withstand the overwhelming desire. He had to get out of there, to clear his mind and relieve the tension building in his pants. He could sense you, see you talking and laughing with joy, your eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.

Halsin definitely needed a moment of solitude away from certain distractions; realizing he had to distance himself from you. Otherwise, he might reconsider your rather open invitation, take you somewhere private, and thoroughly fuck you until those cheeks turned red for entirely different reasons than sour wine. Oh, how he would like to see that, but he couldn’t; he needed to remind himself over and over again. So discreetly, Halsin slipped away, his tall, broad frame moving with surprising stealth as he sought refuge in the embrace of the forest.

The sounds of the party faded behind him, replaced by the whispering of leaves and the distant calls of nocturnal creatures. Halsin took a deep breath, letting the crisp night air fill his lungs. He closed his eyes, hoping to regain some of his composure. But the fire within him burned just as fiercely, refusing to be extinguished. Leaning against the rough bark of a towering oak, he allowed his mind to wander, conjuring images of you. On your knees. Your mouth ready for him, your fingers eager, clutching his cock like you clutched a wine bottle mere moments ago.

His hand, large and calloused, ventured beneath the waistband of his pants, seeking the source of his mounting passion. As his fingers brushed against his hard length, a shiver ran through him. He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest.

With deliberate slowness, Halsin freed his aching erection, the cool night air a stark contrast against his heated skin. His shaft was thick and heavy, already slick with the evidence of his arousal. He wrapped his fingers around his throbbing member, his grip firm.

Closing his eyes yet again, he allowed himself to fully indulge in the fantasy. He imagined your hands instead of his own, your touch gentle and exploring. He could almost feel your breath against his skin, your lips leaving a trail of fiery kisses along his length. A low groan escaped his lips as he began to stroke himself, his hand moving in a slow, rhythmic motion.

Up and down, up and down. Each stroke was deliberate, drawing out the pleasure with a tantalizing slowness. He smeared the bead of precum over the swollen head of his cock, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through his body. His thoughts were consumed by you.

Halsin’s breathing grew heavier, each exhale a soft, breathy moan that mingled with the night air. His strokes quickened, his hand sliding smoothly along his shaft, the friction igniting a burning need that only seemed to grow with each passing moment. He pictured you on your knees before him, your mouth soft and inviting, your tongue swirling around the tip of his cock. The thought alone made him tremble with anticipation. His hand moved faster now, his grip tightening as he chased the rising tide of pleasure.

The forest seemed to hold its breath, the world narrowing down to the sensations coursing through his body. Halsin’s mind was awash with lust and longing, each stroke of his hand bringing him closer to the edge. He could almost hear your voice, whispering words of encouragement, encouraging him with breathy moans and soft gasps.

The look of disappointment on your face, eyebrows slightly raised, lips wet, slightly open.

As his release neared, his strokes became more urgent, his hips thrusting into his hand with a desperate need. The tension coiled within him, growing tighter and tighter until it finally snapped. With a deep, guttural groan, Halsin came, his seed spilling over his hand and onto the forest floor. The intensity of his climax left him breathless, his body trembling with the force of his release. It felt so good.

For a moment, he stood there, panting and spent, the cool night air a soothing balm against his heated skin. Leaning his head against the oak, he tried to regain his composure. Slowly, he opened his eyes, the world coming back into focus. The forest seemed to hum with a quiet, calm energy. The nature was particularly beautiful during nights like these and so were you, he instantly thought. Utterly beautiful.

Halsin wiped his hand clean, his mind slowly clearing as he adjusted his clothes. A sense of peace settled over him, the tension that had gripped him now replaced by a comforting warmth. After this, he believed he could endure being near you for a little longer.

A gentle smile tugged at his lips. It was fortunate he hadn’t had a drink that night, as he was certain he would have blurted out his feelings for you and maybe even tried to serenade you, which would have been unbearably embarrassing, even for him.

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For the Strongest, A Hard Claim ♡

Summary: "Halsin didn’t think it would happen so soon. Dear Silvanus, he wouldn’t have imagined, even in his wildest dreams, that tonight would be the night. The idea that Astarion craved his flesh so desperately was thrilling. Truth be told, everything about Astarion was thrilling for Halsin, but the thought that he wanted to penetrate him, to have his cock buried deep inside him—well, that was unexpected, but certainly not unwelcome..."

in which Halsin wanted to show Astarion just how incredibly satisfying it could be to be thoroughly and passionately taken by someone who truly cared :)

shameless smut with (a little bit of) fluff?

Word count: 2,600

Tags: anal sex, size difference, power dynamics, shameless smut

Warnings: explicit content (18+)

Author's note: So... I’ve been daydreaming about Halsin taking a more submissive role for a change. I’m all about seeing this big, manly elf enjoying himself like that, not being ashamed of what he wants, so I wrote this for my own delight and figured there might be others with similarly *sophisticated* tastes (hihi)

also! you can read this on ao3 if you prefer it that way ♡

Halsin didn’t think it would happen so soon. Dear Silvanus, he wouldn’t have imagined, even in his wildest dreams, that tonight would be the night. The idea that Astarion craved his flesh so desperately was thrilling. Truth be told, everything about Astarion was thrilling for Halsin, but the thought that he wanted to penetrate him, to have his cock buried deep inside him—well, that was unexpected, but certainly not unwelcome.

Today, the air between them crackled with anticipation since the early morning. Halsin could see the desire in Astarion's eyes, a silent plea for more. Their pace had been slow thus far, but Halsin didn't mind. The kisses were plentiful, filled with passion and when everyone else was sleeping they were nestled close, their bodies basking in the warmth of their shared closeness. Their hands roamed with an insatiable hunger, eagerly exploring each other's bodies with fervent touches and from time to time their mouths worked skilfully, lavishing attention on each other's cocks, providing a delicious satisfaction that eased their cravings…at least for the moment.

“Tonight, Halsin… I want more,” Astarion murmured, his voice a blend of longing and determination. Halsin’s breath hitched at the words and Astarion delicate hand reached around to caress the druid’s firm backside, his fingers brushing against the sensitive area between his cheeks. “I want this,” he whispered, his voice trembling slightly with desire.

There was no possibility Halsin could say no to that. The desire in Astarion's eyes, coupled with the urgency of his words, left Halsin with no choice but to agree. “I’ll be waiting for you,” Halsin murmured, his voice thick with promise and suddenly hoarse. He cupped Astarion’s face in his hands, leaning in for a tender, lingering kiss. 

As their lips parted, Halsin’s gaze lingered on Astarion with a profound intensity. In that silent exchange, they both knew this night would be more than mere desire. The promise of what was to come filled the space between them, a soft whisper of the night ahead. “Go,” Halsin said softly, his tone encouraging yet full of longing. “I’ll be here, waiting for you.” He added with a smile. 

With a final lingering look at Halsin, Astarion nodded and headed off with the rest of the party. The desire to remain with Halsin was palpable, making every step away feel heavy. Halsin however, left behind, struggled with meditation, his thoughts irresistibly focused on the night to come, of being with Astarion in such intimate way. It had been a long time since he had been on the receiving end of such vulnerability, but he felt an eager anticipation for this experience with Astarion. He was keenly aware of how much this meant to his lover—how important it was for Astarion to dictate the pace and feel in control. Halsin understood the profound significance of this moment and was more than willing to embrace it, finding deep satisfaction in knowing that he could provide a space where Astarion could fully express his desires and needs.

Hours later, as darkness settled over the land, the door to the room creaked open, revealing Astarion's breathless figure. He stepped inside with a palpable urgency, his entrance marked by an intense, almost tangible desire. He was already naked, his pale skin shimmering softly in the dim light of the room.  The sight of him, disheveled from the journey but radiating raw desire, sent a shiver of anticipation through Halsin.

The room fell still for a second, before his voice broke the silence.

“Come to me,” Halsin said with a neediness. His voice a low rumble that seemed to reverberate through the dimly lit room. He lay on bed, naked too, and proud, his powerful frame stretched out and displayed against the softness of the sheets. His muscular legs spread, his hardened cock resting lazily on his thigh. One arm was propped under his head, giving him an air of confident relaxation. And his eyes, his eyes were full lust. 

The mere sight of him like this—unrestrained and utterly erotic—made Astarion’s dick throb.

“Gods, how much do you exactly work out?” he couldn’t help but ask, though this wasn’t the first time he’d seen him like this, but the small space, dominated by the wooden bed and a simple bedside table, seemed to accentuate Halsin’s imposing presence. His presence filled the room—literally. The druid’s arms alone seemed to rival Astarion’s own thigh in size. 

Oh, hells… 

Halsin chuckled, a rich, velvety sound that sent a shiver down Astarion’s spine. “You don’t look bad yourself, Astarion.” 

At that Astarion’s lips curved into a wicked smile, his eyes gleaming with a lust that matched Halsin’s. “Oh, sure I don’t darling. But you?” He paused, letting his gaze travel slowly over the druid’s body, savouring every inch. “You are something else,” Astarion continued, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. 

Then, Astarion finally moved closer, gravitating towards Halsin’s body. They met in the middle, Halsin kneeling on the edge of the mattress, and Astarion standing before him. Now, their heads were roughly the same height, Astarion’s sightly above Halsin’s. Astarion’s hand slid around Halsin’s waist, the touch possessive. His other hand however moved up, fingers curling around the back of Halsin’s neck, feeling the hotness of his skin and the strength of the muscles beneath. 

Their mouths clasped in a heated kiss, tongues tangling and exploring with an urgency that made their hearts race. Astarion’s grip tightened on Halsin’s neck, pulling him closer until their bodies pressed together, skin against skin. Halsin’s rough hands found their way to Astarion’s back, fingers tracing the path of his scars with a tender reverence before sliding lower. He grasped Astarion’s buttocks firmly, digging his fingers in as he responded to the vampire’s fervent kiss with equal passion. 

When Halsin sucked on Astarion’s tongue, it was too much to take. Astarion moaned softly against Halsin’s mouth, the sweet sound vibrating between them. He could feel Halsin’s arousal, hot and insistent against his thigh, and it only fuelled his own desire. Breaking the kiss for a moment, Astarion’s lips trailed down Halsin’s jaw, leaving a path of burning kisses along his neck. He savoured the taste of Halsin’s skin and the heady scent of his desire, each kiss deepening their connection.

Halsin’s breath hitched as Astarion’s mouth found a particularly sensitive spot just below his ear. “Astarion,” he breathed, his voice a rough whisper filled with longing. The sound of his name on Halsin’s lips sent a thrill through Astarion, spurring him on. A low groan escaped Halsin as Astarion nibbled at his ear, the sensation driving him wild with need.

With a sultry whisper, Astarion leaned in closer, his breath hot against Halsin’s ear. “Tonight, you’re mine, and I’m going to take you hard and deep, my love.” Then, with a commanding yet tender touch, Astarion pushed Halsin onto the bed and slid between his legs.

Halsin felt hazy from Astarion's words, his arousal intensifying, his dick aching desperately for some friction. "I'm glad to see you’re not shy about what you want. Neither am I," Halsin murmured. To prove his words, his hand slid between their bodies, his fingers wrapping around their throbbing erections. He began stroking them with a rhythm that made Astarion moan, the sound sweet and needful. Astarion’s hips rocked instinctively, seeking more of that delicious friction— he knew that if they continued like that he would come before the main dish, so he gave Halsin last sloppy kiss and moved away. He didn’t remember he felt this aroused last hundred years. 

“On your knees love, I want to see you.”

Halsin’s eyes gleamed with a mixture of excitement and compliance. With a fluid motion, he shifted, positioning himself on his knees, his powerful body on full display. Astarion’s gaze roamed over him, drinking in the sight of Halsin’s broad shoulders, the taut muscles of his back, and the enticing curve of his ass.

Astarion’s fingers trembled slightly as he reached for the vial of oil, his eyes never leaving Halsin’s form. The man before him looked astonishing. His rough hands unfolded on the sheets, gripping them tightly. His big feet curled their toes in anticipation. His heavy, thick cock hung between his legs, precum dripping onto the mattress, while his balls rested beneath, taut and full. A dark trail of hair led to his tight, inviting hole, a place Astarion was about to claim tonight. The druid arched before him, panting, his ass raised high and looking so incredibly inviting.

“Don’t make me wait any longer, or I’ll lose control,” Halsin pleaded, his voice breathless and edged with desperation.

That was all the vampire needed. Astarion moved his oiled finger along the crack of Halsin’s ass, savouring the anticipation as he traced the sensitive skin. When he reached Halsin’s sweet, little hole, he pressed his finger in slowly, relishing the gasp that escaped the druid’s lips. The tight ring of muscle yielded to his touch, drawing a moan from Halsin as Astarion pushed deeper.

The druid’s body responded eagerly, his hips rocking back to meet Astarion’s touch. Encouraged, Astarion added second finger, scissoring them gently to open the man before him further. His every moan and gasp urging Astarion to continue. As he worked his fingers deeper, he angled his movements, searching for the perfect spot inside Halsin. When he found it, the reaction was immediate. 

Halsin cried out, his body shuddering with intense pleasure as Astarion’s fingers brushed against his prostate. The druid’s cock twitched, precum dripping as he teetered on the edge of bliss.

“Astarion… oh gods,” Halsin panted, his voice breaking with raw need. His eyes shout. “Please, don’t stop.”

The sight of this manly body before him, so strong and imposing, reduced to trembling at his touch filled Astarion with a newly discovered sense of power and possessiveness. The vampire’s lean, pale form pressed against druid’s larger, more muscular body, the sheer contrast of it and the fact that he was the one on top, drove him wild with desire. 

He needed to own this man, now. 

“You’re so lovely like this, Halsin,” Astarion murmured, his voice a silky caress. He slowly withdrew his fingers from Halsin’s willing hole, eliciting a needy whimper from the druid. Instead, Astarion’s hand wrapped around the base of Halsin’s throbbing cock, tightening his grip possessively. The sensation made Halsin groan, his body trembling with anticipation.

Astarion leaned in closer, his breath hot against Halsin’s ear. “But I want you to cum with my cock inside you,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “Filling… you… completely.” Each word was punctuated by a deliberate, teasing stroke along Halsin’s length, making the druid shiver with pleasure.

Halsin was close, dangerously close. 

“You’re so hard for me,” Astarion continued, his tongue flicking out to tease Halsin’s earlobe. “I can feel your pulse, your desire. You want this, don’t you?” 

“Yes, of course” was all Halsin managed to say, his voice a husky whisper filled with raw need. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt like this, completely losing control, consumed by a lust so powerful it made him almost speechless.

His breaths came in short, ragged gasps, his heart pounding in his chest. 

Astarion’s eyes darkened with lust, his own arousal almost unbearable. He released Halsin’s cock, positioning himself behind the robust elf, the tip of his own throbbing erection pressing against Halsin’s entrance.

Part of Astarion wanted to fill Halsin to the balls with one deep, quick thrust, driven by a primal urge to claim him completely. But he forced himself to hold back. Halsin wasn’t used to this kind of penetration, and Astarion remembered all too well how shitty it felt to be taken roughly, without care or consideration. And he didn’t want it for Halsin, he just didn’t wan’t to treat him like an object. 

Now slow. 

With a deep breath, Astarion slowed himself, pressing gentle kisses along Halsin’s back, savouring the feeling of Halsin’s tight heat around him. “You feel incredible, darling,” Astarion whispered, his voice trembling with barely contained desire.

Gods, Halsin felt divine. 

He arched his back, his head now resting on the mattress, his hips raised high. His hole was wet, hot, and inviting, drawing Astarion in with every subtle movement.

Astarion grabbed him by the hips and began to sink in slowly, a puff of breath escaping his lips at the sensation. And Halsin, that devil, impaled himself on Astarion’s cock with a determined push. When Astarion was finally balls-deep inside Halsin, he closed his eyes for a moment to regain his composure, the sheer intensity of the pleasure almost overwhelming him. “Fuck.”

“Hmm…yes, but I wish you’d move already, my love.”

My love? 

Though they were merely words, they made Astarion’s cold heart skip a beat. 

“Gladly,” Astarion did as he was asked, his hips starting to move with a growing urgency. He tried to keep a steady pace, but the sensation of being buried deep within the druid’s enormous body made it difficult. Halsin’s tightness, his heat, his eager submission — it was all too much.

"Don’t be so timid, Astarion. I’m not fragile, you know?” Halsin’s voice was a breathy mix of reassurance and challenge, and it made Astarion smile. He started to rock harder. His legs spreading wider for better leverage. His pale hand founding its way to Halsin’s thick hair, grabbing a handful and using it to pull Halsin’s head back slightly, exposing the column of his neck.

Astarion’s thrusts grew more forceful, each movement sending waves of pleasure through both of them. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, the bed was creaking under their weight. Halsin’s moans grew louder, he was clearly enjoying himself. It was all too much. Astarion was close, so close and he could tell Halsin was close as well, by the way his hole was sucking him in and throbbing every time he hit that sweet little spot inside him. 

Wanting to be closer to his…

what? a lover? (a dangerous thought, really)

…Astarion pressed his wet chest against Halsin’s muscular back, his hands moving to brace themselves on the mattress. The intimate contact made every thrust even more intense. Then after couple of needy thrusts he reached around, taking Halsin’s throbbing cock into his hand. He began to stroke it in time with his thrusts, his movements becoming more frantic.

Halsin’s body responded eagerly, his hips bucking against Astarion’s hand, driving him deeper. “Yes, Astarion, just like that,” Halsin panted, his voice a desperate plea.

Astarion increased his pace, fucking Halsin harder while expertly working his cock. The combined sensations were overwhelming, pushing both men to the brink of ecstasy. Astarion could feel Halsin tightening around him.

“Cum for me, Halsin,” Astarion whispered, his voice hoarse with passion. Halsin obeyed. 

With a final, powerful thrust, the druid cried out, his body convulsing as he came, his white ropes of cum spilling over Astarion’s hand and the mattress. The tight, pulsing grip of Halsin’s climax sent Astarion over the edge, and with a shuddering moan, he emptied himself inside Halsin, filling him completely.

They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat and trembling with the aftershocks of their shared pleasure. Astarion remained inside Halsin, their bodies glued together, Astarion’s chest pressed firmly against Halsin’s broad back. He continued to rock his hips slightly, milking every last drop of his orgasm, and Halsin responded by rocking back in gentle, synchronised movements, humping on the mattress. His body trembling beneath the pale vampire, his muscles twitching with the lingering echoes of their climax. 

Astarion’s breath was hot against Halsin’s neck, his hands caressing the druid’s sides in soothing strokes. He couldn’t help himself and pressed a tender kiss to Halsin’s shoulder. At that Halsin smiled softly which made Astarion’s face broke into a sincere, delighted smile too— one that even took him by surprise.

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♡ little things that would make halsin fall harder for you♡

how lovely you look while throwing the ball for Scratch

how good you are at telling tales, and how many of them you actually know (he could listen to you for hours)

how you appreciate the simplest wonders of life

how you are an adventurer at heart, always ready for the new journey ahead

how you want to talk with every animal you encounter

how you play with his hair, braiding it, running your nails, through his scalp, making him feel utterly peaceful...

how your fingers gently trace his scars

how you desire him both; in his human form as well as in his bear form (if you know what I mean...)

how your eyes light up when he gives you the little wooden duck he whittled himself, especially for you (he's been working on it for so long!)

how you bring him jars of honey, just because once he mentioned to you he liked the taste very much

how you tell him he's rather big for an elf, am I? (he heard it many times before, but somehow with you it hits different)

how you keep asking him for more and more kisses (he can never deny)

how he catches you sneaking glances at him while he is training (making him want to train even harder hihi)

how you keep him on his toes with your witty banter

how you leap onto his back when he's in bear form, having an absolute blast (he's happy as well)

how you want to be his lover, yes- but most importantly his friend, someone he can confide in and trust (someone he didn't have for the longest time)

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