Daddy Halsin! And no not in the smutty way! I just want headcannons on this man as a dad? Once again female reader (I have so many ideas I'm going feral). Like Halsin with a pregnant partner? How many kids would he want? What's his way of doting on them? What sorta names do you think he'd suggest for 'em? (I'm thinking cheesy elf-y shit like Rowen, Hazel, Alder etc). Just... just imagining Dad!Halsin roughousing with his lil bear cubs and it makes me emotional 🥲😂 - 🎃
Papa Bear
Halsin Siverbough x Reader
Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3
Format: Headcanons
Pregnant!Reader
Masterlist
He's my dream man, for real. PLEASE HALSIN. PLEASE.
Halsin loves kids, he's great with them, everyone knows it. But he's actually surprisingly reluctant to have his own.
Settling down is strange for him, and he worries dearly that he won't be a good father.
But he wants to have his own kids so badly. Settling down after the events of the campaign and seeing all the other children around him really hammers this home.
Suggesting the idea to him leaves him dazed with the thought. But it doesnt take long for him to be practically begging, telling you how incredibly happy he would be to have children with you.
Surprise pregnancy announcement? Rip Halsin, he's not surviving it. He's never been so happy and overwhelmed at the same time.
If you're pregnant, he becomes far more protective. He hovers around you a lot, even when you're trying to do your own thing. He gets stressed out when you're not in view.
Good luck if you accidentally get hurt. Halsin will lose it and you'll be magically bubblewrapped for the rest of the pregnancy.
He's far too pleased being called papa bear. Actual bear dads don't parent, which is part of his stress about being a dad. He doesn't always like the ways in which the bear affects him. Framing him as naturally a dad makes him relax a little.
Halsin loves complimenting you on a normal day, but when you're pregnant? You're glowing, radiant, incredible. He's somehow even more obsessed with you than before.
He cries when the kids are born. Like full on sobs when he holds them for the first time.
He absolutely wants multiple kids, he wants to ensure they'll never be lonely. (And if he can't get enough of getting you pregnant, that's his own business)
Nature themed names are a big one for him. It feels like an act of gratitude for Silvanus, after everything he's done for him.
He's such a good dad. Everyone except him knew that he would be. After the babies are born, he's always telling you to rest and take time to relax while he takes care of the kids.
Those kids have him wrapped around their fingers. He is terrible at telling them no. How could he?? They have your eyes, and he hasn't been able to tell you no for years.
The kids think his bear form is the best thing they've ever seen. They bother him for rides on his back, and one of your favourite memories is still finding them all asleep together in a pile.
It doesn't take long for your kids to start showing magical talent. Halsin is thrilled, calls it a blessing from Silvanus the first time one of them starts shooting off sparks.
If one of them figures out wild shape? Halsin cries again. Bear cub or not.
Mods doesn’t show up in Tutorial Chest in the Nautiloid — HELP!!! 🥹😭
Like, seriously… I’ve been on this for days and I can’t for the life of me figure out what’s causing it. At first my mods didn’t show up to the vendors either, but today some finally did. They are however, not showing up in the tutorial chest in the nautiloid yet. Only a few out of several of hundred..
A battle takes place around Reithwin: Sharrans vs. Selûnites and druids. Malus Thorm is on the side of the Sharrans. (986 DR)
Melodia Thorm dies when Isobel is very young and Ketheric begins raising Isobel as a Selûnite on Melodia’s behalf, presumably having been/becoming a less pious Selûnite himself.
Dame Aylin visits Reithwin/Moonrise Towers as an emissary of Selûne, Ketheric and Isobel are initially very honored. Around the same time, Isobel and Aylin fall in love. Ketheric disapproves due to the potential power imbalance.
Isobel is murdered and Squire, the family dog, dies attempting to protect her. Oddly, Selûne’s clergy cannot or will not resurrect her.
Ketheric, in his grief and believed betrayal, converts to Shar and, before anyone is aware of his conversion, captures Aylin and has Balthazar craft the Soul Cage, stealing her immortality for himself. This may be what earned him the rank of Shar’s Chosen. He begins converting his lands to Shar and training Dark Justiciars. (likely after 1367 DR)
After the events of BG2, the war between Harpers and Sharrans starts. (circa 1369/1370 DR)
Khelben Arunsun offers surrender on behalf of the Harpers. Ketheric declines. (1369/1370 DR)
Moonhaven is raided by Sharrans under Ketheric’s command. (circa 20 Nightal, 1371 DR) The Grymforge is under Ketheric's command by this point.
Presumably, the raid on Moonhaven and the Sharrans encroaching on the Emerald Enclave has the local Druids concerned and is likely what leads them to ally with the Harpers against Ketheric. (1371/1372 DR)
At some point, Morfred, the architect of Moonrise Towers, makes a deal with Raphael to destroy Ketheric’s army in exchange for his eternal service. Raphael has Yurgir hunt down and kill every Dark Justiciar (except for one, who makes a deal with Raphael to escape by turning into a swarm of rats.)
Ketheric Thorm is “killed” and locked away in the Thorm mausoleum, and the Shadow Curse is released across Moonrise, Reithwin, and surrounding areas.
Then, of course (at some point preceding Eleasis, 1492 DR, the starting date of BG3), Ketheric makes a deal with Myrkul to bring Isobel back in exchange for participating and leading in the Absolute plot.
Sources: (Moonhaven Logbook), (Dark Journal), (Logbook XII: 1371), (Letter of Surrender), (The Waning Moon: Consignments), (Mason’s Log), (Reithwin Necrology), (Ornate Letter), (dialogue from the Infernal Mason in the House of Hope), (dialogue from isobel at camp), (dialogue from Jaheira in the initial conversation about Ketheric), (dialogue from Dame Aylin), and general Forgotten Realms lore
I'm doing what people on the internet do best, and that is posting without looking up the historical records, but could you imagine the area in which Reithwin got founded was initially populated by some wood elves doing wood elf things nearby and otherwise unremarkable, until some Thorm high elf ancestors looking for some privacy away from a bigger city (read, running away from shady business) or some trade opportunities because they didn't make it in the city, set up shop and prospered, attracting other traders and people looking for a new home, mostly human as they are very populous in Faerûn if I recall correctly.
My point is – besides the atrocious sentence structure – I know we call them "half elves", but what if within that community they were regarded as half human, as the basis of the community was initially elves. And everything that perspective brings and implies.
I could imagine some absolutely obnoxious elven relative giving a young Ketheric a hard time over many things... somewhat prompting him to leave to do paladin things and eventually returning with Melodia, perhaps out of some sense of duty as the successor to manage Reithwin after the previous leader passed away.
I mostly imagine the Thorms as unpleasant people, but savvy – with exceptions, of course. Shar couldn't have poisoned the well so magnificently without a good opportunity. (Malus Thorm had to have been always a bit of a problem, in that sort of surgically brilliant but actually lacking basic empathy way.)
As for the wood elves, I could see some of them giving the stink eye, but others end up working or collaborating with Reithwin, as it becomes increasingly difficult to ignore, to at least establish their presence and good neighbourly conduct (the birth of local politics, mutual interest, compromises, etc.).
I find it's crazy how people say Halsin is boring or "flat." I guess you need to actually have him in your party to get to know him, especially in act 3, not just through his dialogues with other characters along the story. Personally the thing that made me go "woah, this character actually rules in depth" is his self questioning.
It's rare to find a solid character in a role of leadership—as he was for centuries—with the nobility and self-criticism of reaching a point of "Am I doing this wrong? have I been wrong all this time?"
Cause when you reach act 3 and he starts wondering if the Shadow Druids were kinda right all along, man, that's something big for a benevolent-coded Archdruid.
There is so much on his character to expand, the dude has an immense capacity for tenderness, but also to be literally terrifying—and if you put your creativity in the game, even "sadistic with purpose."
Halsin is a good man, aware that senseless kindness is a waste of time, and he learned that the hard way.
Oh boy it's "people misunderstand Halsin's comments about the city" hours again.
Halsin hating the city isn't because he's delusional about how harsh nature can be. He knows- he uses a metaphor about overgrown canopies starving trees of sunlight.
The difference is that in nature, those are mistakes. Or just like, unfortunate parts of life.
There's not a council of lions that's trying to genocide zebras. The lions just want dinner. They also don't stop zebras from grazing on plants or corral them into tight spaces where they all get sick. They don't kidnap zebras and torture and sacrifice them.
THAT is the difference Halsin is getting at. His perspective is that bad things that happen in nature are because plants and animals don't have the higher reasoning to help each other. Sapient beings do but they choose to hurt each other. Wildfires kill things all the time but refresh the trees. Whereas sapient people have more stuff than they could ever use but let a big portion of people starve. Children get murdered. Etc.
Halsin's perspective isn't "bad things don't happen in nature," it's "bad things don't happen in nature due to malice, sadism, or startling levels of greed"
I AM ONCE AGAIN BEGGING THE BALDUR'S GATE 3 FANDOM TO LEARN READING COMPREHENSION ESPECIALLY WHEN IT COMES TO HALSIN!!!!!
Halsin speaking in a low calm tone with eyes full of concern, “tell me, child, what ails you?”
Halsin chuckling as a soft smile breaks across his face, “Then you’ve never heard me singing. Which makes you fortunate.”
Halsin, who’s decided that sleeping as a bear is the only option now, huffing and snorting whenever you move at night.
Halsin coming to you the night you arrive in the Shadow Cursed Lands and pulling you aside to ask, “I know I have already asked much of you but I can think of nothing else until these lands see peace.”
Halsin, a 350 year old elf, finding himself stuttering in your presence and having to laugh at his actions.
Halsin standing back as you struggle against some twisting vines, joking, “Stuck, eh? Straight out of bawdy literature.”
Halsin letting out an unexpected growl the first time you press a kiss to his check and him quickly apologizing.
Halsin scoffing, “you…you are not frightened by me? By the bear?”
Halsin kneeling and hoisting your thighs over his shoulders, groaning, “Oak Father preserve me.”
Halsin pining you to the ground, his chest pressed to your back as he ruts against you, growling your name over and over again.
Halsin the next morning brushing back your hair before cupping the back of your neck and pressing a kiss to your forehead, saying “All of nature's bounty pales next to you.”
Halsin mumbling, “I have taken many lovers. My heart does not stir lightly. But it does now,” as he trails kisses down your neck and presses his body against yours.
Halsin ordering, “be still and take a deep breath. Let me work my magic, love,” as he prepares to pull an arrow from your thigh and casts a healing spell.
Halsin relaxing as you reach for his hand when he grows anxious as you traverse the busy streets of the Lower City and whispering his gratitude.
Halsin gazing at you after everything you’ve been through, admiring your strength and courage, saying “Nature has been most kind to let me share in your heart. I shall thank the Oak Father for his generosity each day I am with you.”
WARNING: smut, c*ckwarming, size difference, reader is described as being smaller than him (but lets me real, we all would be.)
Inspired by this post by @bretonalchemist ❤️
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Dwarfed by his hulking frame, Halsin had never experienced such a bittersweet concoction of desire and fear when his mind would begin to wander around you.
He was a generous, thoughtful lover and had taken precautions concerning his size many times before— always seeking to accomodate the needs of others. Never, though, had he felt quite the way he does about you.
So what in the past he would’ve considered a challenge of will and patience now looned over him as a biting fear that was beginning to fester into insecurity.
Seated in his broad lap, you clung to his shoulders, feeling yourself begin to rock against the muscle beneath you when be broke away from the heated kiss, panting, and dropped his forehead to your shoulder.
“My heart..” he tried to catch his breath. His large hands grip your thighs, almost covering them entirely.
“I must confess.. I am hesitant to continue. As much as my body screams for it.”
He feels you stiffen a little in his hold as your lips release a small, disappointed sound. Though when he pulled back, your eyes swam with hurt.
“No, no, sweetheart.” He reassured quickly, cupping your face. “I want to.” His eyes bore into yours.
“You have no idea how horribly I want to.” Hands tighten.
“But?” You ask softly.
He sighs, eyes clenching and brows pulling into a pained knot.
“I am so afraid of causing you harm.”
You watch him a moment, melting at his worry and feeling your hands flutter over his chest, up to his jaw. Thumb brushing over the taught muscles in his forehead.
“Halsin..”
“I couldn’t bear it. Even for a moment.” He admits.
“Even if it’s a gateway to more?” You coax. He lets out a shaky sigh.
“You mean so much to me.” He says. “I have loved before but.. it’s never felt like this. So raw and deep.”
You smile sympathetically and continue to caress his face.
“I hate that my form is a danger to you.” He murmurs the admission. Now it is your turn to jump to reassurance.
“My love.” You sound mildly horrified and truthfully, you are. Your path as lovers has lead to multiple intimate encounters. All of which have peaked with the bear of a man worshipping you with his hands and lips alone. And now you know why.
“You do not frighten me.” You say firmly, searching for his eyes until he bashfully meets them.
“You are the most gentle man I’ve ever known. If a little bit of discomfort makes way for everything else you have to offer, I want it.”
He shivers, readying himself to argue.
“My heart..”
“Please?” That breaks him and his face scrunches up painfully once more as he buries his face in your neck, arms tightening around your frame.
“I’m not sure I can stomach your pain.” He whispers his fear once more.
“But can you swallow my pleasure?” You offer. “Can you show me what you feel like?”
He growls. You grind down once again.
“Please?” Once more, your voice low, only for him.
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Hours pass and he is still lapping at you. Slowly, meticulously. You are teetering on the edge of overstimulation when you whimper.
“Need you to be ready, my heart.” He grunts, lost in your taste.
“Halsin..”
“I know..” he coos. “I know.”
Finally, he pulls away, manoeuvring himself onto his back with a shaky exhale as warm, nervous hands lift your frame atop of him, seating you on his lower stomach.
He helps guide your body to rock over his. Feeling your heat and slick before you speak up, noticing his halt in momentum.
“You’re stalling.” You tease breathlessly.
“This moment has been coming to me in my sleep for months.” He admits with a twitch of his lip before his eyes retrurn to worry. “Sometimes they are dreams, other times they are nightmares.”
“This time it’s real.” You whisper, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. He nods, looking up at you.
You reach back and line him up. He hisses at your touch and you see his chest sink in preparation for what’s to come. He grips your waist.
“Are you sure?” His voice is so low you feel it before you hear it.
You nod.
When you lower yourself, you allow gravity to carry you. His hands guide you tenderly, almost as if ready to catch you if you go too fast.
The moment your heat kisses his you let out a hum and his lips fall open.
You sink lower, brows rising in the middle and hands planting on his chest until you feel the pop of his head making entry and you gasp. He holds you still.
“My love..” he pants, fighting that blend of lust and worry by the skin of his teeth.
“It’s okay..” you pant, not pushing yourself further just yet. “It’s okay.”
When you look down at him, his eyes are studying your every expression.
“You have already pushed yourself enough as is. Perhaps this is the limit for today.” He worries.
“No.” You paw, clutching at his chest stubbornly as you breath deep, allowing yourself to get used to the feeling.
“It’s okay. We’re okay. I’m.. I’m okay.”
“Y/N..” he warns protectively.
You respond by sinking a little lower. Your lips part and he groans, hands tightening around you and feet flexing in self restraint.
It continues like this for some time longer. Deep breaths, knit brows, gentle hands, all until you are fully seated on his lap.
His head is thrown back as he basks in your warmth and when he looks back up your eyes are shut as you breathe shakily. His thumb brushes over your lower stomach, gawking at the fact that he is seated just below the soft flesh there.
“Say you’re okay..” He murmurs, eyes glassy.
You nod and huff through a tired smile.
“Just want to stay here..” you mumble.
He nods, entranced.
You are so full that the clenching of your your abdominal muscles to let out a tired giggle has you both gasping.
“Silvanus..” Halsin grunts, gripping your hips to halt you. “No more. I won’t push you further tonight.”
“Can I stay here?” You ask, exhausted by both the overstimulation and the effort of the stretch.
He nods and guides you down to his chest with a hiss and slow, careful movements. You settle against him. Arms engulf you, lips rest atop your head. More consumed than you’ve ever felt, you prepare yourself to try again in the morning.
Halsin x Snuggly! Reader. A reader who doesn't mind cozying up to Halsin in public or in private. Holding his hand, loosely linking or hugging his arm, etc. A reader who just so long as they are at his side, hand-in-hand or in his arms, is happy. (Especially when its bedtime and theh get to sprawl out over him.)
INTERTWINED, SEWN TOGETHER
╰┈➤ halsin x gn! snuggly! reader
warnings: fluff, non-sexual intimacy, lots of bear hugging, hater astarion
A/N: title is from not a lot, just forever by adrienne lanker.
halsin is the definition of a bear hugger. big, squeezing hugs that nearly cut off the air flow of their recipients. he never thought he'd meet his match- until he met you.
a constant seeker of physical affection, your crush on halsin only grew when he insisted on holding your hand and be touching you constantly. in fact, you did the same thing to him first, only encouraging him further.
it’s hard to pinpoint who fell first. halsin definitely fell harder- teased near relentlessly by karlach and gale until he confessed. astarion had turned up his nose at you and halsin's first shared kiss, calling it "far too chaste." he got smacked upside the head by shadowheart afterwards, and decided to keep his comments to himself from then on.
now, your companions would be hard pressed to not find you and halsin intertwined after a long day travelling. knees tucked under his, his large arm wrapped around your waist and hugging you until your chest to chest, you own arm mirroring his touch.
you and halsin bathe together, bare bodies caressing skin with soapy lather and cleaning each other's hair. you like taking your time with him as you clean, making sure his body is fresh and free of grime before you leave the river.
your companions like to tease, calling you clingy or touch-starved, but it truly is just the way you show affection. halsin never minds, though, and encourages the touch all the same.
The first press of Halsin's cock as it presses into you has you sighing in contentment, you take your time in lowering yourself, wanting to feel every delicious inch of him. Your hands bury themselves in the thick hair that covers his pecs, fingers squeezing the firm muscles on each inhale. You feel the rapid rise and fall of Halsin's chest as he pants, you pry your eyes open and the sight of him has you clenching down on him and your mouth watering.
Halsin looks wrecked, his eyes scrunched closed and mouth parted, a pretty flush spread over his cheeks. Sweat rolled down his temples. His hands rest on your hips and you can feel the twitching of his fingers against your skin.
"You okay, Honey?" You ask, lowering yourself slightly.
Halsin responds with a loud, wrecked moan. He tosses his head back, bearing his lovely throat to you. His hands tighten on your hips, his own raise upwards minutely before lowering back onto the bed.
"Halsin?"
You hold yourself still, hovering above him, cock barely buried inside you. Halsin whines.
"Do not stop," He whimpers, hips rocking upwards slightly. He grips your hips firmer, pushing you downwards slightly.
He opens his eyes and looks at you, full of desperation. He whines again, body tense and trembling slightly at how tightly he's holding himself.
"You- Ah! You are so tight, I feel- I feel like-"
He's whimpering and stuttering as he shakes beneath you, eyes filling with tears as he moans out your name.
Pride fills your chest as you realise you're what's reduced Halsin to a whimpering mess. You lower yourself further, his cock buried halfway inside you. You hold yourself there, despite the beginnings of a burn in your thighs, wanting to tease him a little bit further, wanting to see if you can make him cry.
Halsin shakes, fingers now gripping you in an almost bruising grip. He lets out a hiccuping gasp.
"Please," Halsin moans, tears slipping out of his eyes and down his temples into his hair, "Please, just a bit more. Please, oh Gods!"
"Do I feel good?" You laugh softly, rocking upwards as if you were pulling yourself off his cock. Halsin's reaction is instantaneous, he lets out a shout, eyes flying open again and more tears sliding down his cheeks, one hand shoots to your shoulder to hold you still and the other grips your hip even tighter.
He holds you there and shakes.
"I need to bury myself deep inside you, please! Fuck! You are so hot and tight and feel so good wrapped around my cock. I need- I need-"
His voice is rough and wild, he uses his grip on you to push you back down slightly.
You decide to show mercy and lower yourself, slowly and Halsin lets out a shuddering sob.
"Shouldn't I be the one a sobbing mess, Honey?" You start rocking and grinding, "After all, I'm the one with a massive fucking dick inside me."
Halsin meets your eyes and moans, shaking his head slightly.
"You have no idea how good you feel."
"I know how good I feel with you inside me, big boy."
You moan and lower yourself further, Halsin lets out a breathy laugh, lashes wet and cheeks flushed.
"Shall I show you how big I am?"
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inspired by this post by @bretonalchemist // it ain't much but i hope you like it
Daddy Halsin! And no not in the smutty way! I just want headcannons on this man as a dad? Once again female reader (I have so many ideas I'm going feral). Like Halsin with a pregnant partner? How many kids would he want? What's his way of doting on them? What sorta names do you think he'd suggest for 'em? (I'm thinking cheesy elf-y shit like Rowen, Hazel, Alder etc). Just... just imagining Dad!Halsin roughousing with his lil bear cubs and it makes me emotional 🥲😂 - 🎃
Papa Bear
Halsin Siverbough x Reader
Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3
Format: Headcanons
Pregnant!Reader
Masterlist
He's my dream man, for real. PLEASE HALSIN. PLEASE.
Halsin loves kids, he's great with them, everyone knows it. But he's actually surprisingly reluctant to have his own.
Settling down is strange for him, and he worries dearly that he won't be a good father.
But he wants to have his own kids so badly. Settling down after the events of the campaign and seeing all the other children around him really hammers this home.
Suggesting the idea to him leaves him dazed with the thought. But it doesnt take long for him to be practically begging, telling you how incredibly happy he would be to have children with you.
Surprise pregnancy announcement? Rip Halsin, he's not surviving it. He's never been so happy and overwhelmed at the same time.
If you're pregnant, he becomes far more protective. He hovers around you a lot, even when you're trying to do your own thing. He gets stressed out when you're not in view.
Good luck if you accidentally get hurt. Halsin will lose it and you'll be magically bubblewrapped for the rest of the pregnancy.
He's far too pleased being called papa bear. Actual bear dads don't parent, which is part of his stress about being a dad. He doesn't always like the ways in which the bear affects him. Framing him as naturally a dad makes him relax a little.
Halsin loves complimenting you on a normal day, but when you're pregnant? You're glowing, radiant, incredible. He's somehow even more obsessed with you than before.
He cries when the kids are born. Like full on sobs when he holds them for the first time.
He absolutely wants multiple kids, he wants to ensure they'll never be lonely. (And if he can't get enough of getting you pregnant, that's his own business)
Nature themed names are a big one for him. It feels like an act of gratitude for Silvanus, after everything he's done for him.
He's such a good dad. Everyone except him knew that he would be. After the babies are born, he's always telling you to rest and take time to relax while he takes care of the kids.
Those kids have him wrapped around their fingers. He is terrible at telling them no. How could he?? They have your eyes, and he hasn't been able to tell you no for years.
The kids think his bear form is the best thing they've ever seen. They bother him for rides on his back, and one of your favourite memories is still finding them all asleep together in a pile.
It doesn't take long for your kids to start showing magical talent. Halsin is thrilled, calls it a blessing from Silvanus the first time one of them starts shooting off sparks.
If one of them figures out wild shape? Halsin cries again. Bear cub or not.
He always keeps you warm, since he’s a walking space heater.
He always reminds you that you are a gift from nature and that you were sculpted by the Gods and Goddesses alike.
He carves you all sorts of things, ducks, trinkets for the house, ornaments for your hair, he’s just the sweetest thing.
He tries to get you to dance with him, he’s a terrible dancer but the both of you end up laughing and just swaying around like old people do.
He’s ALWAYS the big the spoon no matter what, he loves holding you.
He’d take you on walks through the forest near your home and point out flowers, herbs and fungi and tell you all he knew about them.
He tends to pick you and carry you around, a lot. He tells you that such beauty shouldn’t strain themselves trying to get from place to place, such a dorky elf.
He’d also offer piggy back rides if your feet were getting tired on your walks together.
He brings you flowers every morning from his walks in the forest, your house smells like a florist shop and you don’t mind it.
He gives the best massages when you say you’ve had a stressful day, he doesn’t hesitate to rub your shoulders for what seems like hours to help you relax.
He gives the BEST hugs, he squishes you into his body and you literally melt into him.
He smells like pine needles and tree bark with a hint of his natural musk, his smell is addicting and you want to bury yourself in him and never leave.
He’s always flirting with you, always trying to make you blush.
He’s loves your domestic side, seeing you do things around the house, cook meals, mending his clothes that split at the sleeves or at the thigh, stirs his loins and he just wants to take you whenever you are doing such things.
He always runs you a bath after your intimate time together, the two of you relax in the hot bath together and enjoy each other’s company.
He’s loud in bed, grunting, moaning panting, growling, praising, you name it.
He wants to be a dad one day and if you’re able to have children, he religiously breeds you. (With consent of course)
1. Halsin is surprisingly vanilla in bed. Yes, he will use Wildshapes to please his partner but when it comes to thing like toys or BDSM he is less interested unless it is something his partner enjoys. At that point he will research to find a way to give his partner those things in a way that he also enjoys.
2. Halsin will fight when needed but he is a healer and a guardian at heart. His Wildshapes can be aggressive and are certainly dangerous if provoked, but the key word there is provoked. He is very much a paternal figure although he has no interest in Daddy Kinks.
3. Halsin in a good cook but he only really enjoys doing it if he's cooking for more than just himself. If he's on his own then he tends to either do the minimum or just whatever he's in the mood for. When cooking for others he will go all out to ensure everyone gets a nutritious meal that is exactly to their tastes.
4. Related to point 1, Halsin is a service top primarily. He will take a more submissive roll if that's what his partner needs/wants but he prefers to be in control so that he can lavish attention on his partners.
5. On a related note, Halsin's love languages are physical affection and acts of service. Receiving help from others makes him feel cared about and appreciated while giving his aid in return lets him feel needed and feeds into the nurturing part of his personality. In terms of physical touch, he is free with his affection with touches to the shoulder for friends and kisses/hugs for lovers. He enjoys being touched in return; help with his hair, cuddles at night, casual touches between friends.
