Do you perchance write for Nor from AFOP? 👉👈 Or Nesim, either works :P
And if you so feel compelled, do you have any thoughts on them in the NSFW aspect? (this can include the effects of canon-typical violence and stuff)
Lots of love
— 🦐 anon
Nor NSFW Headcanons
Nor
Genre: fluffy smut. it’s super sweet n not too graphic
~1k words
Nor
- i rather think he’s a gentle lover honestly. he shows himself as capable of a lot, but with someone he can find himself comfortable enough to get down n dirty with?? he’s a sweetheart
- to begin, he’s allll about the na’vi way, so i feel like him being gentle in the tsawl (hammock hehe) feels right to me
- he is not a rough person with those he loves, even to those he just kinda likes— when him and ri’nela were beefing, he was the first to apologize and try to make things right (as he should), and if u heard his voice he was so soft spoken and trying to care so much. he just wanted her to be far from sky people shit because he cared.
- but goin back to the original topic! he is not the type to be rough in the act unless it’s something you want, even then i feel like the most he’s doin is spanking or pulling hair (not the kuru. don’t pull on that)
“Oeyä txe’lan— I do not want to hit you! What if I leave a mark? What do you mean that’s what you want?!” He is genuinely concerned for you in that moment, sorryy. He silently thinks it has something to do with your time in TAP that makes you crave violence even in soft moments (if ur a sarentu).
- i feel like he genuinely wants to Make Love, not just fuck. he’s there to build a CONNECTION (and rebuild his clan. which we’ll talk abt later cough cough breeding kink)
- the first time he performs tsaheylu with a partner (i say this specifically as the only option because he is NAWWWT dating a human, even if they’re resistance) i think he genuinely cries from the ecstasy and bliss of the moment.
- the moment ur queue’s interlock and his pupils dilate, he’s a goner. u have him for life
“My yawntu— this is the greatest moment of my life. No one could ever keep me from you.” Nor whispered against ur lips, your foreheads connected in a gentle press as the two of you interlocked queues, leading Nor to gasp and possess a full-body shudder. “Eywa blesses me with you—“ He choked out, before crushing ur lips together.
- he, like most of the sarentu probably, is inexperienced. he wants to treat u so well just as u deserve and make up for the lost time when he ran away. forgive him if he’s a littttle dense with getting it on
- he is the king of the pleading imo, and he is quite the begger in the bedroom.
“Eywa— oh, please do not stop—“ He panted, watching you tease him with his ears pinned down and eyes glistening as they looked up at you, all yellow and teary. “I need more of you, do not tease me, I cannot handle it..!” He groaned, tossing his head back. His pleads did not conclude until you gave in and quit teasing.
- when he gets more experienced with you and what you like, he also finds he has an affinity for cumming riiiight inside. the idea of you, whether u can get pregnant or not, bearing his seed in you settles something deep in his bones. satisfaction, possession, and a feeling of hope for his clan’s survival.
- if u can get pregnant tho!! he wants babies. and he wants them sooner rather than later (so long rda activity has been not as harsh recently). he is filling u to the brim until his seed spills out of you, and then he’ll push right back in with his fingers and keep it in there for some time.
“I will make a mother out of you, yawntu— you will swell with sarentu children. Allow me to cum inside, please—“ He was on the verge of bursting already, when you gave him the go-ahead, he was finishing deep inside.
- it all roots back to him wanting to rebuild his clan, the clan he was scared to lose, and the clan he wants to keep living in.
- he also is quite the masturbator. i think he has a pretty high drive and libido; so especially when he was away for so long, a lot of free time was spent with dick in his fist.
- he used to mutter quietly into his free hand while the other was filled with his dick thrusting in and out of the make-shift hole of his hand, muttering your name amongst other pleads and moans.
- he doesn’t do it as much now that he has you, but when u don’t want to get down, he does not complain— he nods, gives you kiss on the forehead, and disappears into the forest for a little. that’s about the only time he masturbates nowadays.
- i feel like he’d be a hater of porn. he doesn’t fuck with human tech n all but i feel like if he ever got the chance to watch porn, he’s icked out. why’re they doing that for all to see??? he don’t like that. ruins the specialness of the moment in his eyes.
- he is a VERY faithful lover, and will not have sex with someone who he is not mated to. he would be type of guy to wait until marriage imo.
- as for any other kinks i think he has, i think HE likes being marked up by non-violent means, like hickeys. he gets all flustered when someone sees and asks but he secretly loves it
- i need to be heard on this. pegging. HEAR ME. not often, but i feel like he has a hidden love for getting dicked down. he’s a bit bratty when he’s receiving it, but u know how to shut him up (a kiss, he hopes).
- i think the life of violence he was forced to lead has taken him to the path of a gentle lover who just wants to be loved and love in return. he wants to come to your bed at the end of the day and kiss on you until you can’t stand it. he is deathly afraid of hurting you or you getting hurt, his heart is too fragile after all he’s lived through. he channels his anger into protecting you now, and protecting you is what he lives for. also aftercare is the best with him cuz of this
“You are safe, yawntu. You did so well tonight, I cannot wait to make love to you another night.” He whispered softly to you, stroking your cheek with his fingertips and curling his tail around your leg. “I will take you to a nearby stream so we can wash off, hm? Then, we rest.” He pressed a final kiss to your temple, before hauling you up into his arms.
that’s all i can think of for him honestly. i hope u enjoyed!!!!
FtM doesn't exist; there are only men and women. And now you're definitely 100% misogynistic, because fanfiction and character-on-reader one-shots aren't just for women. When you're such a misogynist, how do you even come here to write for men who already have tons of porn and incel content? You're a misogynist and a misogynist for claiming this is an exclusively female niche and then continuing to write for men.
holy transphobe get off my page ur actually the scum of the earth
Written a male or non-binary reader and not written a female reader. Your people somisogynists even when it comes to writing fictional "faceless" women for the reader... but they happily use exclusively female genitals to describe p*rno and attribute "non-binary" to it
hi! i was born a woman. i’m a trans guy. don’t ever come onto my page again. i am not a misogynist for not writing FEMALE readers— i don’t write them because i do not align with female pronouns or anything like that and it makes me uncomfortable to write so (especially because i want to see myself and people like me reflected in my writing so i, and they, can read it, and i am not a woman). that is not misogynistic— if i was a misogynist i wouldn’t even include trans ftm ppl (like myswlf). i also wouldn’t attribute female genitalia to nsfw things (in the exception of ftm men like myswlf) because I DONT WRITE FEMALE READERS. don’t even think abt complaining when the VAST majority of fics for anything is female reader. go get ur food somewhere else because it’s not served here. fuck off my page and don’t assume shit abt me.
Holiness radiated from you. You were the blinding light of passion and ascension that people worshipped. Or that’s how it felt— people had expectations for Aasimars. The race with a touch of divinity in their blood. You were no different from your kin; expected to be holier than thou, defeat those who have sinned. You didn’t expect to fall in love with an undead of all things. One of the necrotic things you vowed to destroy as a being infused with radiant magic.
Astarion was beautiful, he was sweet when he wanted to be, and he had a humor that was a touch macabre but you found it almost charming. When he first came onto you, flirting that night at the party with the Tieflings, you swear you felt the sin billowing off him... But it only allured you more.
And now you were— dating? Somewhat? You kissed, you spoke in pet names and affections. You never wanted this, or that’s what you told yourself. You were supposed to slay creatures like him! Now, you slayed beasts side by side with the vampire. You even let him feed off you… What would your ancestors say? Would they come to you in a vision and smite you?
Astarion’s sweet coo broke you out of your deep thoughts. “Sweet, aren’t you coming to the tent? It’s rather late— and you know the bugs swarm to your light.” He grimaced playfully, his words held no bite, only a light tease. His sharp eyes took notice of your face: your eyes slightly squinted, your brow creased, a frown tugging at your lips.
He beckoned you closer, “Come on, pet. We ought to sleep.” He waited for you to enter the tent, stepping in after you. He watched as you laid on the bed roll, “Is something wrong, darling? Or do you always have such a bitter face before bed?” He sat beside you, gently touching your hair.
At first, you said nothing. Why worry him? You decided to murmur out, “I’m alright.” Your voice heavy in your throat yet light in tone. He wasn’t falling for that, after years of reading expressions and little body movements. He gently put his hand upon your face, cold compared to your living warmth. “Is it something I did?” He tilted his head, giving you those big red puppy eyes he didn’t know he had.
“No! You don’t do anything wrong and that’s the problem.” Radiance crackled off you as your thoughts grew too much on your mind and you finally snapped. “I’m supposed to— slay creatures like you!” You spat, sitting up. Astarion was forced to step back, your radiance pained him, as an undead creature, “My love..—“ He stammered. You cut him off, despite your cruelty. “I’m going against my divinity to be with you—! And yet… I love it! I love being with you! I shouldn’t. I should *hate* you. I should stake your heart. But I’d rather stake my own than do that to you.” You rambled, tears filling up those glowing eyes that shined bright in the dark of the tent, only otherwise lit by a few candles.
As the tears fell down your face, coating your cheeks, and your radiant energy slowly dimmed. “Look.. I even hurt you by being near you. How can this work out for us..?” You let out a soft sob. He could approach once the energy stopped crackling, huffing a bit. He wasn’t good with feelings, but for his dearest one who brought him out from the darkness and never pushed him, for the one who cared for him when it felt like no one could, he’d do anything. “Darling.. It doesn’t matter!” He sputtered. “I mean, and forgive me for using such an unoriginal phrase, but it doesn’t matter who we are on the outside. You, a brilliant aasimar with all that beautiful divinity through your veins. Me, an also brilliant vampire with cold blood in mine.” He gave a little tilt of his head, staring right into your teary eyes with his own. He reached for your hand, holding it.
He waited to see how you reacted, and when you adjusted into his arms, he held tight. “We’re both here in one piece, yes? We both have so much to give, and no stakes will be going through either of our lovely little hearts, my dear.” He stroked away the tears, feeling the glow of your now soft light on his skin. Perhaps even the undead could be sweet and worthy of another chance of life. You knew Astarion deserved one. Your ancestors be damned— this man was who you loved. And he loved you too. You could feel it in how he held you, how he stepped out of his own comfort zone to say some kind words meant to comfort your sobbing self. He deserved everything, and you’d be damned if anyone stopped you from giving the world to him.
Gale
(Star Elf!Reader)
Curiosity was one of Gale’s strongest suites. That’s why, when he met you, you clicked instantly. You, a beautiful star elf, from another plane of existence: Sildëyuir. He asked countless questions… It was almost never ending. “Is that the usual hair color, or is yours unique?” “Do you know of any good books that come from your realm?” “Say, I heard your realm is famous for having a slower time— two days is more like one. Is that true?” He spat out hundreds of questions, curious about your culture, your people, your customs.
Similarly, and to his surprise, you reciprocated. “Is the fruit in Faerûn as good as Sildëyuir?” “Are humans common here..?” “The feywild is beautiful, do you think it can compare to the material plane?” “What magics do you study, as a human?” You both rambled on and on, question after question. It’s your bonding ritual, so to say. He loves to learn; and you need to know more about this plane anyway if you wish to remain there.
As you bonded through shared inquisition, you grew... Fonder of one another. The questions turned more intimate, more personal. One night, he came to you and asked about the “mating rituals” of your people. You were flustered, to say the least. But you explained to your best ability about your culture on love-making. He nodded diligently at each word, taking mental notes.
When that fateful time came around, when Mystra doomed him to erupt the Absolute, and he took what he thought would be his last night with you… He used your words, and created something both he and you would enjoy. Specialized to bring both your cultures together, both in how the night went and how the ‘mating’ went.
Now, you two lay. Basking in the grass as he pointed out stars and named constellations. “You know— the Ursa Major…” He cut himself off with a question, “Do you see the constellations in your plane?” He barely gave you time to answer before spouting out another. “Oh! Do you have— Hmph!“ You decided to cut him off this time. With a kiss on his lips. He was caught off guard, but chuckled against your lips and kissed back.
“My love, what was that for?” He smiled, warmth filling his gaze. When you spoke, he cut you off playfully with a kiss just the same. After it broke, you two got into fits of loving laughter. “Do all people of your plane kiss so messily?” You teased at his lacking skills. He hadn’t kissed much after the orb and his fallout with Mystra! “Oh, leave me be.” He smiled, waving his hand gently at you.
You were his lovely Star Elf, his extraplanar love. He’d cherish you ‘til the end of Faerûn itself. And he would ask a million questions and annoy you until the end of it as well. Neither of you would have it any other way.
Wyll
(Goliath!Reader)
You were large, with strange markings decorating your form. They curved along your cheeks, to your neck, down to your torso and toes. You were taller than the rest of your companions by a long shot; over 7 foot tall to be exact. Growing up in a tribe in the wilds of Faerûn hardened you, and your people’s love for competition and achievements raised you to be hard-working and strong.
When you got that tadpole in your head, you thought for sure you’d be the odd one out. Always sticking out like a sore thumb. But you didn’t— this whole group was full of weirdos! Perhaps the most “normal” of the lot was Wyll. A famed defender titled the Blade of Frontiers. You respected his abilities and believed him to be a loyal and reliable man.
He had scars that marked his face and body, and after his encounter with Mizora— he was left with ridges along his frame and new horns to his silhouette. His body was a storybook, just as yours was. The markings on your body told your fate, and you couldn’t get tattoos because of it— these marks are your fate. His marks are his past. Both mean new beginnings.
Together, you were two tales that intertwined. Two books connected in lore. Two stars in the same constellation. That’s how he fell in love with you. Your bravery, your daring, your competitiveness, how you simply insisted you could dance better than him and he proceeded to show you up. You weren’t a sore loser— you accepted and laughed and let him help you up as you stumbled off your footing.
Wyll laughed as you attempted that dance again, you just had to do as good of a job as him! But you always fell, and he always helped you up and kissed your skinned knees and palms. “My love, you’re too tense. You have to let the movements flow.” He showed you a move, then motioned for you to try. You fell. Silly. He helped you up once more. This was your life for the next few hours…
And afterwards, when you had finally perfected the move he showed you, he gave you a warm kiss on the cheek. Though, you had to crouch down for him to do so. His lips pressed against the marks that lined your face, that made your face so beautiful.
As he traced your lines with his lips, you spoke quietly about what each line meant for your fate— the ones that already happened and the ones that would come later. “The one your lips just touched show I am courageous and will win battles.” You smiled softly as his lips pressed to the next. “I hope I’m somewhere in these marks, I end up going on lively and daring adventures with you.” He smiled up at you from where he was stood beside with you sitting. “Perhaps there is…” You murmured, moving to grab his chin and kiss him on the lips.
Despite the differences between you, you were somehow one and the same. Both strong, courageous, daring, yet both able to be soft and find peace in themselves and others.
Halsin
(Shadar-Kai!Reader)
Living between life and death was far from easy— especially when you’re in eternal servitude to the Raven Queen in the Shadowfell. But after the tadpole implanted in you— her voice no longer lingers. A time of respite, it makes you not want to rid of the illithid tadpole sometimes. Become a mindflayer or be at the deity’s beck and call every minute… Neither sound very fun.
A man you met on your travels has taken an interest in you, though. Especially after you were shown to not be affected by the Shadow curse swarming the once prosperous land. Maybe it was because you were used to the effects of the Shadowfell. They’d already cursed you once— turned you from a beautiful elf into a husk that lingers between living and dying. Halsin believed this to be somewhat of a miracle atleast for the time. It would certainly help in aiding his friend Thaniel.
You traversed the lands, no bell rang and no lantern lugged around unlike your companions. It amazed him. But it also worried him. He wondered if he could cure you. He hadn’t read on what you were, or rather what you were cursed to be. A simple remove curse spell simply won’t work this time, he was afraid.
He met with you one night. “Hello, my heart.” A torch diligently lighting his path. You were relaxing in the shadows, it felt like home. You’d forgotten what life was like before you were turned. Who were you…? You didn’t know. Maybe it was for the better, you could start anew. Until the Raven Queen returns to command you. “Hello, Halsin.” You spoke back, your emotions were dimmed by your curse. You didn’t feel as much. But Halsin had some way of making you feel… alive.
The two of you sat in the grass, swirling dark greens and black shadows all around you, held at bay by the torchlight. “Not the most beautiful of natures creations— but I suppose if you enjoy it, it has its perks.” He chuckled, gently holding your hand. “It’s a wonder how you can survive these shadows… You know, I grew up here. Playing with Thaniel through the woods of this once prospering land.”
The land was once wonderful, he remembered it clearly. He wondered if you were once a beautiful elf, just as this land was once full of green and sunlight. Nature was nature, he loved you anyhow. “You know, my heart, is there something you remember from before… The Shadowfell got into you.” He spoke softly, his tone holding a deep love and curiosity for all things you.
You hummed, shaking your head. “Nothing. It’s all a blur. The Raven Queen keeps me in this stasis, and I don’t know much else. It’s a wonder what this tadpole can do for me.. No ravens around me, no words in my head… It’s almost a blessing and a curse.” You murmured, speaking with soft yet sad eyes. If only you could keep the effects of the Raven Queen at bay without needing the tadpole.
"Perhaps there's... an herb or a charm of some sort that could keep her away. I'm sure I could find something in the throes of my work. I want you safe, my heart. I'll accept you in any natural form you take, but if it pains you then I see no reason for it. She makes you perform deeds and go on long journeys on a whim... That is no suitable life for us, if we were to live at the grove." Halsin sighed with a heavy feel in his chest.
"Halsin, it's alright. I'm used to it." You muttered, avoiding the warmth of his eyes. Of course you felt bad about it, how couldn't you? You were cursed, far from perfect, far from the peace he deserved. Though he always spoke of balance, and you were a perfect balance between life and death itself. You were perfect for him, he always said. He always tried to assure you. You felt you didn't deserve him... "I believe it isn't, my heart. You deserve the peace you have without her in your head." He gently cupped your face, shaking his head somberly and making you connect eyes. "I adore you, my dearest... Please, never forget that. Curse or not, I will always try to help you. As you have helped me, and Thaniel and Oliver, a great deal... Soon, this land will be healed and hopefully we can find a way to heal you as well."
The two of you sat there, in one another's arms amongst the billowing shadows of the cursed lands. He loved you. He knew he did. He knew you loved him too, and that's all that mattered to him. Curse or no curse, you were still you. And maybe he could fix your curse with a little luck and some love...
a/n: hope u enjoyed!!! i love writing for rare dnd races,, its so fun to learn about them and their own uniqueness
per the last ask: whatever you feel more comfortable doing :3 it can just be hcs!! (sorry I saw this so late, tumblr didn't show me the answer notification on mobile)
- Absolutely loves this. He gets the princess treatment he DESERVES. No one else is more worthy than him of it.
“Daaarling! I simply can’t reach the top of the shelf— you must come help a poor handsome vampire.” He smirked, swaying gently and giving you sweet eyes. He could totally reach the top of that damn shelf.
- Is shocked when you’re protective of him— he hasn’t had anyone protect him in so long. He acts cocky and like, “Yes, you must protect the most pretty face in the camp.” But deep down, he’s melting.
- When you offer to hold his hand down steps, or lift him into your strong arms over a minor inconvenience— he swoons.
“Oh, my darling! You take care of me wonderfully.” He pecked your cheek, smirking against your skin, giving it a gentle nip. “Perhaps later you can show me more of your muscles.”
- Cant help but flirt with you, talk about your muscles, your height, how loving you are.
- Holds your arm tight during walks down the street, lets you pull him in close when someone gets too near, your breath brushing against his ear.
- Lays on your big chest at night to sleep, your arms curled tight around him, holding close. Loves hearing your heart beat.
- Massages your shoulders (you may have to lean down) when you get too stressed or tense.
- Tries to “pretty you up” sometimes. You’re just to big and rugged and strong, he wants to pamper you every once in a while.
- When you protect him in battle, he always gives kisses to any wounds you have after. Wants to make sure you’re feeling loved and cared for after you’ve done something so great for him.
Gale
- He’s so cooked bro
- Absolutely SWOONING. We know how he almost instantly flirted with Karlach with the “I can be smooth enough for two…”
- You’re taller than him? You’re strong? You protect him? You see him as someone and not just his abilities? Oh he’s in LOVE.
- Uses cheesy pick up lines on you, something nerdy.
“My dear, you know… There’s this book I loved where a barbarian married a wizard. Maybe that could be us?” He smirked, wiggling his brows, as if he said the smoothest line ever. Wasn’t even a line.
- Gets a little shy when you want to protect him from silly stuff like puddles.
“Come now… The puddle can’t hurt me! If it worries you badly I can cast a walking on water spell—“ He was then quickly swept off his feet, into your strong arms, and silenced with a flustered look on his face.
- Kind of honestly needs protecting in battle, he’s a ranged guy. He appreciates your protective efforts greatly and you two become a formidable force on the battle field. You protecting him with melee while he focuses on ranged attacks on your foes.
- Claims he doesn’t need taken care of, but he does. Sometimes he gets caught up in his reading or work, so just gather him into your arms and make him eat or take a bath or go for a walk.
“Hey— Hey! I wasn’t finished with that!” He yelped as you yanked his book away, shut up quickly by a kiss on his forehead. “It’s time to eat, my dear.” You spoke softly to him. You were so gentle with him. He felt so cared for… “Ah— Alright…” He responded curtly.
- Thinks you’re just so handsome and could spend hours telling you so. You’re the most attractive man he’s ever seen in his life.
- He likes it when you spoon him at night, makes him feel safe and cared for. Your arms draped around his waist, rubbing softly with your thumb.
- Casts enlarge on himself to joke with you and pretend that he’s the bigger one when he’s feeling silly. Thinks it’s just sooo funny and corny and he loves it.
- Couldn’t feel more blessed to have you in his life. You’re his big hunk of a man and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Come love on him, you big oaf.
Wyll
- He isn’t used to this, not at all. It flusters him badly. He’s used to being the protective strong one, this is completely new to him!!!
- Adores you, thinks you’re so handsome and amazing and strong. Tries to push himself harder to be more like you, even if you tell him he’s perfect how he is.
“You’re perfect for me, I swear! You’re like— a— a dashing prince! I love you so much, you’re so sweet and protective of everyone.” He smiled against your cheek, having you lean down so he can kiss on your face.
- When you protected him for the first time in battle, he thanked you profusely and never asked you to put yourself in danger for him again. He still tries to take care of you, so you’re in a constant battle of taking care of eachother.
- WILL tug on your collar and make you lean down so he can pepper your face in kisses
- Swoons inside when you protect him from silly things like a stair. But humors you and takes your hand to walk up and down it (he’s blushing furiously, his face is so warm)
- Also claims he doesn’t need taken care of, but he loves having someone protect and love him for once. He’s usually the one who cares for others, it’s new for him to be the pampered one.
- It reminds him a little of when he was younger, the son of a duke with servants waiting on him. Sometimes he needs you to back off for a bit so he can prove his independence, which you oblige because you respect his boundaries.
“No, my love… I told you, I can handle it! Just, please leave it.” He huffed, taking hold of the dish in your hand to clean it himself. Stubborn.
- When cuddling, he still takes turns with spooning. He has a hard time wrapping around you, but he tries his best so don’t give him a hard time. He just wants you to feel taken care of too!!!
- The two of you take care of eachother, he thinks you’re so handsome and he loves everything you do for him— he just wants to return the favor!!
Bg3 request!! How would Karlach, Wyll, and Halsin react to a trans male Tav inviting them to bathe with him as a sign of trust, maybe they have a wholesome conversation about identity. Maybe Tav is subtly flirting and flexing his confidence !
Bathing with a Transmale reader
Karlach, Wyll, Halsin
Genre: fluff
~975 words
a/n: loved this request!!!
Karlach
- Definitely a bit surprised, but very eager. She thinks this is going to be fun and exciting!!
- Thinks it’s super sweet that you trust her enough to let her see you in this way!!! Definitely felt her metallic heart soften and melt like gallium in a palm.
“Soldier, the bath water is perfect, though I am heatin’ it up a bit!” She grinned as you stepped into the bath, dropping the towel at your waist. You had a soft smirk on your face.
- Is susceptible to your flirts and will flirt back. She’s damn good at it, too.
“Ooh.. Lookin’ hot, soldier. Absolutely burnin’ me up.” Karlach leaned in as you flexed the muscles in your arms and subtly leaned against the back of the tub, showing off your arms.
- Helps you wash yourself and gives you a massage with the warmth of her hands. They’re so warm it relaxes any muscle you have that may be tensed up.
- When you get more intimate and quiet, knees and thighs brushing, fingers intertwined under the water, and you begin that soft conversation about your identity, she listens with full attention.
“Yea, I get it… Must be hard not feelin’ like you’re in the right body or spot. Feels like somethin’ just ain’t quite right, yea?” She took on a softer tone, burning eyes softened into a crumbling hearth. “I’m always hear for ya, if you wanna do this again.”
- Thinks you’re just so handsome, chilling in the water with all the weight off your shoulders for once. Blows you a kiss every once in a while with a giggle afterwards. Definitely views your confidence as attractive.
- She loves your company, and taking a bath with you has been one of her favorite moments so far.
Wyll
- Warmly accepts your invitation, and wants to make sure you’re comfortable with everything. Probably plans every last flower petal and candle for the bath.
- His heart is SOARING at the fact that you feel comfortable enough with him to share a moment like this in your own skin.
“My love, thank you for inviting me. I appreciate you so much.” He smiled, lifting your hands out of the water to press kisses to your knuckles. “I simply adore you.” He smiled warmly.
- You both have the issue of not feeling comfortable in your own skin, but for different reasons, so this is a lot for both of you.
- It took him time to get used to his new body, the new ridges and lines and horns and eye… He hopes he can help you feel comfortable too.
“You know how handsome you are. No matter what you look like, it’s what’s beneath the surface that truly matters. And you, my love, have everything a man could wish for.” Wyll smiles against your cheek as he pressed a peck to it.
- Also finds your confidence attractive, and gets flustered by your flirtatious behavior.
“Oh— I think I’m blushing, you have quite the effect on me, love…” He chuckled quietly, avoiding eye contact for a moment from his sudden flush or shyness.
- When you both talk about identity, it all seems to stop moving in the world for a moment as the two of you share your deepest thoughts.
“You know… I always thought you were more of a man than anyone I’ve met. You push through, you lead, you have this aura of sheer confidence that many can only dream of. I love you so much…”
- You both help to wash eachother, you washing his horns, him washing your torso (if you’re comfortable), going back and forth between body parts.
- This is one of his favorite moments, the two of you alone and intimate in a space that was made seemingly just for you two.
Halsin
- Halsin honestly probably invited you first. He thinks bathing together is one of the most intimate and natural things a couple can do. When you agreed, he was very pleased and his heart softened at your trust in him to care for you in the vulnerable moment.
“Thank you, my heart. I’ll remember this always, the time we both sit in this river together…” He said as he scrubbed at your hair, massaging your head with his big fingers.
- Thinks your body is amazing, and any way you want to present it is fine with him. It’s natures will that you have a body, but it’s your own to decide what you do with it. If you’ve gotten surgeries or hormones, he thinks you’re doing wonderful so long you’re happy.
- Will also gently massage your shoulders and back, hands and legs, anywhere really. He thinks he’s blessed to take care of you.
- When you flirt with him, he chuckles deeply and flirts back.
“Well, my heart… Your body may not be as large as mine, but you have thrice the heart and twice the attractiveness and beauty. You are one of natures finest treasures.” He smiled deeply, eyeing you up with his honey-warm gaze.
- He lets you sit on his warm lap, his arms curled around your frame. The two of you have the quiet talk here about identity.
“Identity is natural, everyone has one. It’s part of balance. To have a body, is to have an identity. To have a mind, is to have an identity. You can choose to be whatever you wish, and I will support you in what you know is your natural right.” He supports every little thing you do. He loves you so dearly.
- Halsin holds you closest to his heart, right above the grove and nature itself. He was overjoyed to bathe with you and be able to take care of you and comfort you. He asks again almost every night for another bath together in the river.
Astarion was always at peace at this time of night, tucked away in the tent with a small candle for smelling and your arms entangled with his. You two slept in what can only be considered a tangle. Your legs between his, his arms wrapped around yours, your chests together and breaths mingling.
Currently, you two were intertwined, his face in your neck breathing in your sweet scent. “My dear, you smell divine…” He breathed it in, nuzzling his nose into there, taking a soft nip at your pulse point.
“Mmm… ‘starionnn…” You whined groggily, hands curling into his hair and scritching gently. He practically purred at the feel, smiling against your throat. “Shhh, my darling…” He cooed, kissing softly and mindlessly. It wasn’t sexual, far from it, but it was deeply intimate and loving how he kissed along the column.
Your bodies lay in the tent, curled together in the most intimate of ways, a soft candle making the tent smell sweet— but truthfully Astarion preferred the musk of your neck and skin more than anything at that moment. He’d do anything just to breathe you in again and again.
Gale
Cuddling with Gale is eternal peace. You rest your head on his chest, hairs tickling your cheek. His arm is coiled around your torso, keeping you snug against him. Everything is calm and still, his usually rapid mind is taking a reprieve.
Nothing happened in the world, or that’s how it felt inside your lovely tent, which he had cast a spell on to turn the ceiling into stars. Peaceful and quiet, warm and comfortable.
Occasionally, he’d let out a soft snore or mumbled something. Or he’d wake up momentarily, read before he fell back asleep while stroking your hair softly.
“Shh, my dear.. Go back to sleep, seems I’ve just woken from slumber for a moment… I’ll fall back asleep soon, it’s alright.” He whispered, rubbing over your neck and behind your ears lightly, a book in his free hand.
Sleeping with Gale is soothing and ethereal, stars glimmering on the tents roof. It was soft on his chest, and the world felt like it stopped spinning with just the two of you here.
Wyll
Sleeping next to Wyll is quiet and gentle. With him spooning you, or you spooning him— you alternate through the night. The blankets pulled up to both of your chins and not moved since, and his head laying at an awkward angle due to his horns— but he doesn’t complain so long you’re happy.
Currently, he spoons you. One arm rested over your waist, your legs curled together and one of his arms under your head. He tries not to knock you with his horns as you both shift and shimmy in your slumber, he’s a light sleeper and is aware of every movement.
He’s gentle in how he holds you close, humming quietly as he falls deeper into sleep. His hums vibrate his chest, and you can feel it on your back, like a soothing touch. His fingers gently trace your side, feeling up any curves you have with gentleness and warmth in every sleepy touch.
“Hmmm… Hhhmm… mmm…” His hums sound soft, his breath brushing your ear as soft as a feather. He presses a soft kiss to the rim of your ear before he drifts off into deep sleep.
At peace with you, in this moment, is just what he needs.
Halsin
Halsin is a deep sleeper, he practically hibernates every night. When he cuddles, it’s mashed and warm, like a soothing bear hug. His tent smells like fresh herbs and warm honey, a perfect aroma to doze off to.
His arms curl around you; right and warm and hugging everywhere. He never wants to let go. You’re his heart. He lets out soft snores that reverb deep in his chest. His breath warm against the back of your neck.
You’re lucky if you both don’t end up sweaty and sticky the next day from how hot it gets when you cuddle— he’s a space heater and he simply must hold you close every night. Sometimes he even sleeps in bear form, which makes it even more warm but even more comfortable with his fur and big paws giving you a weight to feel grounded by.
“My heart…” He grumbled in his sleep, sleep talking quietly as he snored and nuzzled in. It was the third time he had pulled you closer and shoved his nose into your hair in the past five minutes. He breathed in your scent, humming softly and drifting back into that deep sleep. Snoring away against your head.
Holding you, smooshed together and warm, is just how you both like to be. Even if you need baths in the morning from all the sweat.
born in a traditionalist elven kingdom called Esen Themar, as the crown prince and firstborn son. enjoyed roaming in the magical forest, and met an archfey one day, believing the creature to be benevolent. the archfey eventuwlly placed a symbol upon his face, giving vague explanations and simply saying it was a fey marking. he went home and his family immediayelt recognized the markings— they were fake, a copy of fey marks. he was cursed by a cambion, who had disguised as an archfey to gain his trust. he was disowned for getting involved with a cambion, and exiled. he’s spent a long time roaming ever since, trying to find out about his curse.
What’s in his inventory?
About 3 spell books
A half-melted candle
Rapiers
Tissues
Holy water
Belal
Bard college or swords
Lolth-Drow
Haunted one background
130 y/o
Backstory:
‘born’ in Menzoberranzan and raised by a lower class family. as a boy in Menzoberranzan he was treated as much less than, as all the men were. he was often sent to take lessons of Lolth at a local temple in their small section of the city. he often spoke out against the teachings, disliking them and disagreeing openly. he ended up cursed by lolth, given partial drider features— she gave him some mercy due to how young he was at the time, a rare thing for her to do— due to his refusal of her teachings and his ‘failures’ of learning the teaching. not long after, he got angry with the clerics teaching him— his mind told him to let it out, to show them how enraged he was, to let their red and blue blood spill… he slaughtered the entire temple, and in his bloodlust he slaughtered the rest of the section, including his family. after running from Menzoberranzan, he was approached by a strange butler and awoken from his sleep, he was a bhaalspawn… he carried out his urges and slaughtered those in his path, eventually stumbling upon a man named Enver Gortash, the two were quick friends…..
What’s in his inventory?
A severed hand
A dead spider
Two spoons
A book Volo wrote
Vigil
Fighter
Zariel tiefling
Outlander background
24 y/o
Backstory:
born and raised in avernus itself. he was forced into training for the blood war when he was a child, leaving the training fields with nothing but trauma and a desire for peace. one of his harshest moments was a torture training, where his horn was forcefully snapped off by an instructer. before he was forced to become a full soldier, his family ran from avernus-- making a new life for themselves on the outskirts of baldur's gate, in the nearby woods.
What’s in his inventory?
Herbs and mushrooms
A lot of swords….
Flowy clothes
A lack of underwear
All the food
Ildan
Cleric of Selune
Lolth-Drow
Noble background
298 y/o
Backstory:
a noble born drow who grew up in menzoberranzan, with a deep hatred for his people's way of living. when he was a child, to be taught about weakness and no mercy, he was given a drow baby of a servant-- and was told to kill it. he snuck away with the child, placing the newborn near a colony of myconids. it was his first show of both the ruthlessness of his people, and the compassion he had. he grew up reading and learning about the surface, and ended up taking a trip to visit. he quickly decided this was where he belonged, under a moonlit sky with grass on his feet. he ran away to a selune temple, and began learning her teachings. he performed one of her rites, normally given to children, despite being an adult, completing it successfully. he was welcomed as a cleric from then on.
What’s in his inventory?
Idol of Selune
Healing potions GALORE
Barbarian clothes despite not being a barbarian
Spears
Spell book (1)
Kavieau
Paladin of Eilistraee
Lolth-Drow
Soldier background
312 y/o
Backstory:
an eilistraee-follower drow, born and raised as a ‘servant’ and eventually a guard. he was a servant to a noble house in Menzoberranzan, born into the servitude. he was favored by the house’s children, one boy and two girls. they always wanted to play with him and make him get away from his duties. one day, there was an attack on the house and the children were in danger. he put himself in front of them, and ended up with a giant scar marring his face. after his act of bravery, he was forced to train as a guard for the children, even though he too was a child. he grew up a soldier, going through rigorous training. he ended up escaping in his later years, after secretly following an eilistraee temple nearby that helped him out and begin following her teachings. since then, he has been a paladin for her, carrying on her will of freedom and love.
Saw your posts about open requests and got very excited to see someone writing stuff for male readers as well! :3 Could I request the main trio of bg3 guys with a male Tav, who is physically larger/stronger than them, who always insists on protecting them, sometimes in ridiculous ways, such as lifting them up over a puddle. I just think the boys deserve some princess treatment. Sorry if it’s too long of a request!
hii!! thank u so much for the request i LOVE this prompt. just curious as to if u want it as headcanons, a fic, or is either fine?? i can do any!!
- Supports you entirely, and really couldn’t care less how you identify. You’re a man? Amazing! You’d make a dashing prince, he’s sure.
- Thinks your uniqueness makes your blood taste sweeter. He only wants yours (not that he would want anyone else’s when he has his sweet love’s.)
- Genuinely a softie at heart, when your dysphoria hits he helps you bind and holds you close while telling you flattering things.
“Oh, my dear… You’re a perfect prince, charming and handsome. It’s one of the reasons I love you, darling.” Astarion murmurs into your ear, nipping it softly with his fangs. “Don’t ever think otherwise.”
- You want to cut your hair? He can do it! He’s an excellent stylist. He had to keep his hair nice all the time, trimming and all. He can surely do yours. If you want to keep it long, that’s fine too! He’ll show you the best hair products and soaps in Baldurs Gate.
- No one is saying mean shit with him around. He’s got a sharp tongue and isn’t afraid to get at someone’s throat (literally and figuratively) if they make a snarky comment about your identity.
“Oh, heavens forbid! I’m afraid you can’t speak on anyone’s identity when you chose to be a disgusting malformed hag of a being.” He tilted his nose up, looking down at the other with his sharp eyes, nothing but venom in his tone.
- Helps you with styling tips and new clothing if you want to try new clothes, he, again, knows all the best shops! He’ll take you to a wonderful tailor who will get you a beautiful vest and top.
- Softie with those he loves, and always willing to help you (with minimal complaining). Just ask him and he’ll try his best to make it happen for you.
Gale
- Also supportive. Hasn’t met many trans people but he’s read about them in books on identity. He knows all the right tips and advice!
- He’s reading even more on the topic of transgender people now that you’re in the picture, and he’s asking you tons of questions. He can’t tell if they’re invasive— so just tell him if so. He’s a little dense at times with social interactions. (i hc him as autistic personally)
- Reassures you that you’re the perfect ideal for a man— you have heart, you have bravery, you deal with things no one should have to. You’re so strong and he loves you.
- Knows some spells that help you feel better when you’re dysphoric. Ones that temporarily change your body into exactly what you want— just for a little while you get yourself out of that bad headspace. He’ll tell you you’re perfect no matter what.
“Dear, you don’t need to look a certain way to be a man. You just— are! I mean, I have a little pudge and read books all day. That doesn’t make me less of a man. You don’t have to be some unruly stereotype to be a man.”
- Calls you his “Handsome Great Lord” for fun, to make you feel good about your identity.
- Thinks very highly of you, and how much you go through. Thinks it makes you so strong and you should be confident and proud.
- Reads to you when you’re feeling down, have you lay your head on his lap while he reads your favorite books to you.
- Always makes sure you’re safe with binding— he’s read the horror stories! Always tells you to remove the binds when they’ve been on longer than recommended.
- Overall, supportive and curious, very loving.
Wyll
- Sweetest and most understanding. He knows what it’s like to feel like you’re… not in the right body after his transformation into a devil.
- Helps you through dysphoria with safe binding, kind words, and distracting.
- Dances with you and lets you lead to feel more masculine and in the “masculine” role traditionally. Loves dancing with you in general.
- Holds you tight and whispers loving words of reassurance.
“Shhh… My love, you have nothing to fret over. I’m here and you’re here. You’re my favorite boy, do you know that? Of course you do.” He coos quietly into your ear, kissing gently.
- Protective! Anyone who says something rude is quickly cut by his surprisingly quick wit and tongue. He’ll snap at a mf he ain’t afraid!! They say something mean, he’ll reciprocate
“Oh really? And what’s their identity matter to you? I suppose you’re too busy with your head so far up your arse that you can’t see he’s a perfectly fine man.”
- Gives you tips on passing if you want them, and loves to help you get dressed up. Even gives you his clothes!!
- Doesn’t let you fight in binders— it’s simply unsafe!!! Can cause issues!!!
- Sweetest sweetie ever, never lets you feel bad about yourself and your identity. It’s valid and he’ll make sure you know.
- Makes sure others address you with masculine labels if that’s what you want, and won’t let anyone say otherwise. Again, protective and won’t let anyone be mean.
- Gives you head massages while whispering how handsome and lovely of a man you are.
Halsin
- Has met transgender people in his time, and knows a lot about what they go through because of those people
- Absolutely helps you bind as safely as possible; he knows the best ways let him wrap the binding around your chest and let him take it off for you when it’s time!!
- If you feel dysphoria, he’ll hold you in his strong arms or let you try to hold him if it makes you feel more like the masculine role.
- Will also transform into a bear and let you cuddle into his fur when you feel down
- Rubs your hair and back and says nothing but sweetness.
“My heart, you know you are more of a man than many men I have seen in my time. You have more experience, masculinity, and love in your heart than all of them. Do not underestimate yourself.”
- Sweetest ever, will help you if you feel dysphoric on your period by giving you herbs and spells that help null the effects of it, even if he insists it’s natural that you go through it.
- Let’s you wear his archdruid robes sometimes, if you feel like it would help you— he thinks you look simply adorable in them.
- Tells you that you are just as natural of a man as someone born one in body. Makes sure you know you aren’t less of a man just because you were born in the wrong body.
- Also doesn’t let you fight in binders like Wyll, it’s dangerous and can cause issues for your ribs and lungs!!!! let him fight for you
- offers to do top surgery on you
- insists he knows how perfectly and he probably does
a/n: i wrote the reader as a caring n comforting person, half of these characters would not fuck with an actual evil sharran i fear……
Astarion
Astarion wasn’t one to tangle with the gods and goddesses himself— he’d prayed to them all atleast once. None ever answered. He viewed them as useless at best and entire liabilities at worst.
So that’s why everyone was surprised when he got with one of the Sharrans in camp. One who was devout, holy to their order. And it wasn’t Shadowheart… It was you.
You, your dark and purple clothing and the circlet with Shar’s symbol. You, with your prayers and quick phrases in battle of: “Shar save us,” “Praise Shar!” “Shar will not let me fall…”
He thought you’d be easy to manipulate, after all, a goddess had already manipulated you into following their every whim. Why not manipulate you too? Until he realized, each night he spent with you, how you recounted your tales of worship and battling against petty Selunites, he grew fond of you.
And by the gods, how he hated it.
Him! With a Sharran! With someone devoted to a deity! Atleast it was a deity of darkness and loss and all things sad, something he could atleast revel in the decor of… He did have to say, your clothes were rather elegant and beautiful with the dark coloration and sharp aesthetics.
Maybe he fell for you because you, too, had been through loss. You knew what pain felt like. And you knew how to cope, something he dreamt he could do. You showed him your personal altar in your tent, to which he applauded gently and said it looked wonderful— even if your incense burnt his nose hairs off.
He appreciated how you could always tell when he was feeling down, for you knew how it felt, and you always comforted him. He brushed off your coos of, “Shar will guide you to the warmth of her dark embrace…” But aside from that, you were good at comforting. Loss was shared between you.
He had lost everytbing, his life, his dignity, any resemblance of who he was before. But he didn’t feel as alone with you in the picture.
“My love, must you burn that incense in the tent? It’s smoking up like a dragons cave in here!” His voice complained, brushing smoke from his face. You sighed, “You’re in my tent, this is where I give my offerings to her daily. You chose to be here.” You smirked gently, then went back to your prayers. And yet, he didn’t leave.
He almost… liked how devoted you were. It showed you were loyal, you wouldn’t betray or hurt him as others had. You’d stick by his side through thick and thin. He loved that about you— he never had to worry if his back would be stabbed the next day. It was just him and his Sharran love.
Gale
Gale… Had more reservations than some. After all, his Mystra and your Shar didn’t often get along. With Shar trying to make shadow weave, and that mess… So it surprised him with how much he enjoyed your company.
Sure, you prayed and were devoted to Shar, but you never spoke badly about Mystra or his former devotion to her. It made him wonder if you were as bad as he originally thought— though he said he wasn’t one to judge a book by its cover. He let you speak to him, though he kept his distance at first.
Over time, as you went through more together, he offered to teach you magic. And when you imagined kissing him, he swore he never felt more embarrassed yet elated. You were pretty, and he’d be a liar if he said otherwise. He just never imagined he’d be falling for the one devoted to Shar, who his goddess swore against.
He let it happen. You weren’t as bad as he thought… You were actually very welcoming, almost warm, and you always indulged him on his questions about your religion and beliefs. He was, as always, a curious man. And that man found himself falling for your subtle charms.
Gale felt a little guilty about it at first, and would often look at conjurations of Mystra, seeing if he was perhaps losing himself. But he always stood firm in the end. You followed Shar, but that didn’t define your own personal goodness. You were comforting, offering a safe space, you knew how to have a good time, you always listened to his rambles, and you never once judged him for his own mistakes as a wizard and with the orb.
So he let himself fall for you.
He saw you for all you were, not just your devotion. You could be whoever you wanted. He’d support you, so long you were a good person beneath the surface. He was only judgmental if you ever tried to push it into his face, or said something distasteful about Mystra because of your devotion to Shar.
Other than that, he appreciated all you did for him and the others.
“Dear, are you finished with your prayers? I have a book I think you’ll really enj—“ “Shh!” You shushed him, then mumbled out some more prayers at your altar, before rising. “Sorry, yes.” You nodded, though he had a slight frown, “Was I interrupting, love?” He gently took your hands, apologetic. He knew he often didn’t like being interrupted during sacred moments.
“You’re alright.” You booped his nose, a habit you picked up from how many times he did it to you. “Now, the books?” You let him lead you out, a bright smile back on his lovely cheeks as he began to ramble about the literature.
He was your magical nerd, and you his devoted love. Devoted to him, devoted to Shar, but devoted nonetheless. He loved you for it, regardless of who he knew Shar to be. Because She wasn’t you.
Wyll
Wyll, like Gale, had reservations towards you. You worshipped an evil goddess, partook in spilling the blood of others for no good reason (in his mind). His first impression of you was sour, to say the least.
But he worked with you, hesitantly. You led well, and you didn’t let your devotion get in the way of what needed to be done to get those tadpoles out of your head— which he could respect.
You didn’t exactly fit the horror story of what everyone said Sharrans were. Selunite killers with a taste for blood. Sure— you killed in your lady’s name, but he killed in the name of the Sword Coast. Everyone had their reasons, so long you weren’t killing a random civilian who hadn’t done nothing to you.
He was one of the most shocked when he realized he was falling for you. He let you kiss him once and it was over for him. He began to see a new side of you that he wasn’t allowing himself to before. He saw your courage, your strength, your comfort, your love, your devotion, your mind… It was more than he thought you had. Shame on him for being so closed minded in that manner.
You comforted those who had lost much, you welcomed them into your own arms. Hells, when he felt ashamed of his horns and new form, you took him into yours and swayed to the music. You didn’t want him to feel alone in his suffering. That’s what he loved about you.
Shit. He loved you. Didn’t he?
He fell in love with you… He didn’t think he could fall in love with a Sharran. But he did. And he fell hard. He began lingering around you, speaking more softly, touching your shoulders and arms, brushing hands and knees by the fire. You made him feel warm inside.
Despite your beliefs, he knew you were good. He knew you cared for others, you just had a way of showing it he didn’t understand very well. But that was alright, he didn’t need to understand. He just needed to know you were good, and he needed to love you.
When it was all said and done, when the world was saved, he introduced you to his father. His father was less than pleased, but didn’t make too much of a fuss— you did just save the whole Baldurs Gate after all. You couldn’t be too bad, for a Sharran.
“My love, could you pass the bread?” “In a moment, my dear. Prayers first. It is a feast.” You spoke back to him, hands held in front of you in a prayer. His dad gave you a weary side eye, but moved on to eat.
“Sorry, here it is. It’s customary of me to pray before meals, to allow Shar to bless them as well as me.” You smiled, explaining as you passed the bread to your lover.
“Uh-huh… Alright.” He just nodded, taking the bread. “If it’s what you must do, then be my guest, my love.” He nodded his head. The three of you eating in peace, with a blessed meal that tasted delicious.
He knew you were good, he knew that Shar hadn’t manipulated you entirely badly. You still cared for others and you still had a sense of self. He couldn’t be too judgmental.
Halsin
Halsin was the most cautious by far. He fought against the Sharrans himself, the dark justiciars that ended up cursing the lands he grew up in. But he was never one to judge a person based off their religious beliefs. He also could understand your connection to loss and sorrow. For he felt much of it too in his time.
But he was weary at first, were you friend or foe? After you freed him, he assumed you as a friend, but Sharrans had always been his foes in the past. When you presented as a friend to him, he accepted. You didn’t seem that bad. Certainly not like the Dark Justiciars he had faced before.
When you reveled in the shadows and eternal night of his homelands, he was taken aback. He was conflicted once more. This wasn’t what nature intended— how could you enjoy it? There was no balance here! It was a cursed land!
But it was the land your lady’s power had gifted, so you reveled in the inky shadows of black and green. Shar had given this land Her darkness, her embrace. But you had to set it free— as this blessing had grown cold and was no longer what Shar had wished for.
When you chose to free the lands from the curse, Halsin began to trust you again. You were a good individual beneath your devotion, he believed. He began to feel a pang in his chest when he thought of you. You were comforting, a safe space for all, you welcomed everyone into your embrace of dark purples and black clothing. He loved that about you. A natural desire to care for those who had lost much, was something you shared.
He had fallen for you. Hopelessly and utterly. You were his heart. Who would’ve guessed— A Sharran and a druid.
“My heart, we have checked on the young one a hundred times. Yes, they have lost much, but they are doing better. We have more to check on, come. There is a balance to this, and many more to see.” He beckoned, as you kept doting on a small teenage boy who had lost his home after the fight against the Elder brain. You had much to do, and this boy was going to be okay— but you could feel the pain of his loss. Your Lady would hate for you to leave him feeling hopeless and empty without an embrace of warmth to cling to.
“Alright, alright! I can just— he seems… So sad. I wish I could do more for him, but Shar can only do so much as a deity. They choose to interfere where they can. I hope he can find comfort in her or another persons embrace…” You murmured, waving at the boy as you left to go help another batch of kids who had minor injuries. Halsin cooed at them, and you both helped heal them back to health with your own abilities. You gave warm hugs and comforting words to combat the feelings of their sorrow and loss, and he healed their wounds and skinned knees.
Together, you were a sharran and a druid— sworn enemies based on background, but lovers is what you truly were. You saw eachother for what you were worth, for what your actions were, and he loved you all the same.
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