hi! đ⨠Any fluff ideas for Faramir? Thank you!
the steward's son has it bad âĄ
⧠warnings: fluff, gentle romance, cuddling, forehead kisses, comfort, established relationship, soft affection, emotional intimacy, lots of love from faramir.
⥠The gentle love of faramir
Faramir is one of the gentlest men you have ever known. He never makes you feel rushed, pressured, or overlooked. When you speak, even about the smallest things, he listens.
He loves quiet moments with you more than grand gestures. Sitting together in a garden, reading beside one another, walking through the woods without speaking for long stretches...those are his favorite kinds of days.
If you become nervous in social situations, you'll suddenly feel his hand find yours beneath the table. He won't draw attention to it. He simply squeezes your fingers once, silently reminding you that you're not alone.
Faramir is very affectionate, but in a soft way. A hand on the small of your back. Brushing your hair behind your ear. Pressing a kiss to your forehead before leaving a room.
Whenever he returns from a journey, you are always the first thing he looks for. His eyes search every crowd until they find you.
The moment he sees you, his entire face changes. The exhaustion melts away, replaced by the warmest smile.
He absolutely adores holding you while reading. You'll begin paying attention to the book, but before long you'll find yourself far more interested in listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear.
If you fall asleep on him, he refuses to move.
His arm could be completely numb. His leg could be cramping. He doesn't care.
You are sleeping peacefully. Therefore, he shall remain exactly where he is.
Faramir secretly loves when you wear his cloaks. They're usually far too large on you, the sleeves hanging past your hands.
Every time he sees it, something in his chest goes soft.
He'll pretend not to stare. But he fails every time.
He is a words-of-affirmation king.
Not in an overly poetic way all the time, but in sincere, thoughtful observations.
"You always notice when others are hurting."
"You make every place feel like home."
"I admire your kindness."
They're the sort of compliments that stay with you for years.
If you're having a bad day, he'll invite you on a ride outside the city. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere green.
He knows nature helps him think, and hopes it might help you too.
There is no pressure to talk.
If you want to sit beside him in silence, he'll happily do that for hours.
Faramir is surprisingly playful when he's comfortable.
Most people know him as serious and thoughtful, but you get to see the rare smiles, the teasing remarks, the way his eyes sparkle when he's joking.
The first time you make him laugh so hard he can't finish his sentence, he treasures the memory forever.
He kisses your hands often. Especially when he's feeling grateful.
Sometimes he'll simply take your hand, turn it over, and press a lingering kiss against your knuckles before continuing whatever he was doing.
He remembers everything about you.
Your favorite flower. The stories you tell repeatedly. The foods you dislike. The way your face looks when you're trying not to laugh.
You never know how he remembers so much. He never understands how he could possibly forget.
On cold nights, he naturally pulls you closer beneath blankets.
Half asleep, he'll tuck your head beneath his chin and wrap both arms around you.
You wake up completely cocooned. He wakes up looking very pleased about it.
More than anything, Faramir makes you feel cherished.
Not because he showers you with expensive gifts or dramatic declarations.
But because every day, in a hundred little ways, he chooses you.
And with Faramir, those quiet choices somehow mean the most.
Faramir isn't overly flashy with pet names, but the names he does use feel deeply personal.
"My lady" is the one you hear most often.
When he's feeling particularly affectionate, it becomes "my dear."
"Sweetheart" slips out when the two of you are alone.
Sometimes simply your name spoken in that soft voice of his somehow feels more intimate than any pet name.
If you're upset, he'll gently call you "dear heart."
The first time he accidentally calls you "love" in conversation, he becomes noticeably flustered afterward.
You naturally never let him live it down.
How he falls asleep with you âĄ
Whenever you're nearby, he seems naturally drawn toward you.
At night, he almost always sleeps facing you. Even if he starts on his back, you'll wake sometime in the night to find him turned toward you, one arm draped across your waist.
If you're cold, he notices immediately. Without even fully waking up, he'll pull you closer.
One winter evening, you wake to discover you've somehow ended up completely tangled in him.
Your head is beneath his chin. One of your legs is thrown across his. His arm is wrapped firmly around your waist.
A sleepy hum answers you.
And somehow, he falls right back asleep.
⥠When you're reading together
One of Faramir's favorite things is simply existing in the same space as you.
You might be reading. He might be writing.
Neither of you speaking for nearly an hour.
And somehow it feels perfect.
Eventually, though, he'll reach over and take your hand.
Not because he needs anything. Just because he likes holding it.
You continue reading and he continues working.
Your fingers remain intertwined the entire time.
Faramir becomes incredibly attentive.
The moment he notices you're unwell, every other responsibility suddenly becomes secondary.
"How long have you felt this way?"
No, he is not overreacting.
At least that's what he insists.
You could be suffering from the mildest cold imaginable. Faramir acts as though the fate of Gondor depends on your recovery.
One evening you try getting out of bed. Immediately a hand settles on your shoulder.
You glance up and he's standing there looking concerned.
Faramir is quick to his feet. "I can do that."
"I have legs." You argue.
"You are not using them."
Faramir isn't clingy. At least not openly. But when he's been away for weeks...
The moment he sees you again, all composure disappears.
His eyes find yours instantly.
Not greetings, formalities, nor who may be watching.
You barely have time to smile before he's crossing the distance between you.
One hand finds your cheek. The other settles around your waist.
And suddenly he's holding you like he's making up for every day apart.
You can hear the relief in his voice.
As though coming home only truly feels complete now that you're here.
You quickly discover something important:
Faramir likes being touched.
A hand on his arm. Your head on his shoulder. Your fingers threaded through his.
After difficult days especially, he'll seek you out without even realizing it.
One evening you find him sitting alone. Just lost in thought.
The moment you sit beside him, he relaxes.
You lean against him. His arm immediately comes around your shoulders.
No hesitation or thought. Like it's the most natural thing in the world.
Faramir's affection is gentle.
The kind that makes your chest ache.
He kisses your forehead constantly.
Before leaving. After returning.
When you're sleepy. When you're sad.
Sometimes for absolutely no reason at all.
His favorite thing is pressing a kiss to your temple while his arms are wrapped around you.
It's quiet. The sort of affection that says I love you without speaking.
And when you're half asleep?
You can expect at least three forehead kisses before he lets you rest.
Walking through crowded places, you'll feel his hand settle at your back.
Crossing rough terrain, he'll offer his arm.
Riding horseback, he constantly checks to make sure you're comfortable.
One time you trip over a tree root during a walk.
You don't even fall. Yet somehow Faramir is already beside you.
Concerneda and xamining your ankle. As though you've been mortally wounded.
"You looked like you were going to challenge the root to a duel."
⥠What loving him feels like
Loving Faramir doesn't feel dramatic.
It feels safe. Like warm lantern light in a dark room, returning home after a long journey, knowing someone sees every part of you and chooses you anyway.
He notices when you're tired.
When you're worried....when you're trying to hide your sadness.
He remembers things you forgot mentioning months ago.
And every single day, in countless small ways, he reminds you that you are loved.
Not through grand speeches or impossible promises.
But through steady hands.
And the quiet certainty that no matter what happens, you never have to face it alone again.
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