Hi im the Person who asked about sh! Thsnk you so much you are the only person i found that would write for it!
So may i have a halsin x f reader/tav: halsin's reaction to noticing a Tav thats not feeling well that keeps touching the place they used to SH (up to you where that place is!) while sitting around the fire at camp with the others trying not to fall back into the habit, halsin doesn't know about the self harm part but he senses distress, then at night he goes to tav to comfort them and learns about the self harm and his reaction to the scars? Thank you so much 🥰
Halsin x with a Tav who suffered from self-harm
The evening was calm, the crackling fire casting warm shadows across the camp as Halsin sat beside Tav, their companions murmuring quietly amongst themselves. The air was crisp, and the smell of pine and smoke lingered in the cool night. But something was off. Tav’s usual radiance was dimmed, and Halsin noticed the subtle gestures that spoke louder than words.
They were sitting cross-legged, close to the fire, a blanket draped over their shoulders. Tav’s hand kept drifting to their arm, brushing over a spot on their forearm, just beneath the fabric of their sleeve. It was small, almost imperceptible, but every time their fingers brushed that place, their expression tightened for a fleeting moment. Halsin’s keen eyes caught it. The motion, the hesitation, the slight furrow of their brow. Something was wrong. It wasn’t just the physical discomfort; it was deeper.
The moment lingered as Halsin glanced at the others, who seemed oblivious to Tav’s discomfort. He could sense the distance between them and their companion, a barrier Tav had built from whatever pain they carried. It tugged at his heart. But Halsin respected their privacy. He didn’t want to press, not yet. There would be a time for questions, but it wasn’t now.
Later, when the camp had quieted, and the others retreated to their bedrolls, Halsin remained by the fire. His gaze naturally found Tav once more. Tav sat alone, their posture more hunched now, a deep weariness about them.
Halsin’s thoughts churned, unable to shake the worry. He needed to approach this carefully. He stood, stretching out the stiffness in his limbs, and made his way toward Tav. His footsteps were soft on the earth, and he waited for a moment before sitting down beside them.
Tav didn’t immediately look at him, their gaze fixed on the fire, as though trying to escape from something only they could see.
“Tav,” Halsin began gently, his voice a soothing balm. “You’re troubled. I can see it. What weighs on you?”
Tav stiffened slightly, and for a brief second, Halsin saw the flicker of hesitation in their eyes. Then, they sighed softly, the weight of their thoughts too heavy to hide.
“I’m fine,” they murmured, but the words were hollow, not convincing.
“No, you are not,” Halsin countered kindly. “There is something... something beneath the surface. I see it in the way you carry yourself, in the way your hand keeps reaching for that place.” His gaze was soft, unjudging. “You do not need to speak if you do not wish, but know that I am here if you do.”
Tav was silent for a long while, and Halsin was patient, his presence calm and unwavering. The warmth of the fire flickered between them, and in the stillness, Tav finally spoke, their voice small, almost apologetic.
“I... I used to hurt myself,” they confessed, looking down, their fingers curling against the fabric of their sleeve. “There’s... there are marks. Scars.” Their voice trembled slightly, but they continued, the words spilling out like a dam breaking. “I... haven’t done it in a while, but sometimes, I just... I don’t know how to handle it.”
Halsin’s breath caught in his throat as his heart clenched. The realization struck him with a pang of both sorrow and empathy. “Show me,” Halsin whispered, his voice gentle and non-intrusive. “You need not explain everything. Just... let me see the truth of what you carry.”
Tav hesitated, but with trembling hands, they pulled up the sleeve of their tunic. The scars were faint but numerous—long lines of healing tissue, some jagged, some faded, but all unmistakable. They were a map of silent battles, each one a story of pain, struggle, and survival.
Halsin’s heart ached as he reached out, his touch soft and reverent. He traced the lines of the scars with his fingertips, not in pity, but in profound understanding. His gaze never left Tav’s face, watching the emotions flicker there: fear, shame, hope.
“These scars... they do not define you. They are a part of your journey, but they do not diminish your worth. You are more than the pain you’ve endured.” Halsin said with a whisper.
Tav’s eyes were wet now, but they didn’t pull away. Instead, they allowed the healer to comfort them, allowing him to shoulder the weight they had carried alone for so long. Halsin leaned closer, his presence warm and protective.
“Whatever darkness you feel, you do not need to face it alone. You have me. And I will not abandon you.”
Tav nodded, a tear slipping down their cheek, but the weight on their heart lightened, even if only a little. They allowed themselves to finally rest, for the first time in a long while, within the embrace of someone who saw them not for their scars, but for the person they truly were.
And Halsin, in that moment, swore silently to himself that he would never let them forget how strong they were—how beautiful they were—no matter what they had faced before.
