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.

Your nerves felt overwhelmed, like they were still buzzing from all the spells that had been cast on you today. You were sure you’d shock whoever touched you next, and you couldn’t wait for it to wear off.

As if he could sense your musings, though, you saw Gale approaching you from across the camp, carrying a small bundle in his arms. He’d been out there with you today, and you could recognize the familiar tired lines around his eyes, letting you know he was just as sapped as you or Shadowheart were.

“Did you need any help with that?” He asked, sitting next to you and gesturing at your half-wrapped leg. “I saw you get caught with it. My apologies for not being able to stop it.”

Gale seemed genuinely contrite, as if it was his fault you were injured, rather than the endless swarms of goblins that you’d all been facing. You almost had to laugh. It was your job to take hits, right? It was silly for the glass cannon wizard to apologize to you for it.

“Better me than you, right? That last fireball there was pretty useful,” You replied, holding out the end of the bandage and letting him pull your calf up into his lap. His hands were steady and softer than you could ever remember yours being. It was nice to just relax into his touch for a moment.

“Well, I may appreciate not having any arrows in my own hide, but that hardly means I want to see them in yours,” He huffed, pulling out a proper laugh from your chest.

“Relax, Gale, I’m still breathing. I could’ve taken a couple more of these and still dragged home all the loot.”

“I could’ve carried some of it, you know, you always insist on carrying everything.” He waved his hand over your leg, the sparkling light of a prestidigitation, ensuring the cleanliness of the wound and bandage. “There’s no sense in pushing yourself when you're injured.”

“I feel like I’m being scolded by a professor,” You teased, shivering under the extra brush of magic, lighting up your sensitive skin and making you let out a small keen. But looking back up at Gale’s face, you saw him watching you with a bright and noticeable blush across his cheeks. You hesitated for a brief moment, in which he shook himself out of the daze, looking back down quickly at the bandage.

“D-do you perhaps usually react to magic that way?” He asked, stumbling over his words out of embarrassment. “I don’t think I’ve heard you…um, do that before.”

“Oh, I, it’s just that, after all the magic of the fight, you know how it is,” You replied, caught off guard. He looked cute like this, bashful and yet still carefully wrapping your leg. “Overwhelmed, is all. It gets to be a lot.”

“Is this too much?” He asked, looking up at you and back down to where his hands rested on your leg.

“No! No, it’s good.” You didn’t want to lose the feeling of his touch just yet. “You’re gentle. It's perfectly alright."

"If you're sure," He replied, trailing his hand over the bandage to ensure it was wrapped tight enough as he finished wrapping your leg. "Apologies that healing magic isn't my specialty. This will have to heal the old-fashioned way. With rest and time." He gently patted your calf, not letting go just yet. "So? Passable work, could I make it as a nurse if I had to?"

You laughed softly, still feeling high-strung and focused on his touch. "Nurse Gale? I think you could do it. I'm not bleeding any worse than I was before." You felt like you were blushing; your cheeks were hot. Hopefully, that and the dizziness were just from his full attention rather than your wounds catching up to you.

"Yes, well, you make a wonderful patient," He said. "Not that this is good, don't get shot again on my account, please." Gale looked at you, and you could see the genuine worry and guilt in his eyes. The stre lingered, taking your breath for a long moment.

Gale coughed, seeming to remember himself. He set your leg down gently before jumping to his feet, avoiding your eyes. You could still see his blush, though, warm and rosy.

"I suppose I'd ought to get to cooking something tonight. You'll hardly heal without any food," He spoke quickly, as if giving himself an excuse. "Do uh, do let me know if you're in need of any other help though."

Grog is a gigantic man. No matter how big you are, he's still going to make you look small standing next to him. And he is packing something to match his size. Best of luck.

He's a little obsessed with how much smaller you are than him. Watching you stretch around him as he presses in makes him want to take his time with you and see just how much you can take.

Grog is always Grog, and he's usually lighthearted during sex. He can be intense and sexy and hungry, but laughter in bed is common for him and only adds to the situation.

You are getting moved around like a doll. He could throw you, and he is using that power mostly for insane sex positions.

The tattoos do go all the way down, if you're wondering.

He loves having you fresh after a fight, adrenaline still pumping through him. You can't count the number of times he's pulled you off during the celebrations and left you unsteady on your feet for the rest of the night. (Don't worry, you'll always have a place to sit in his lap.)

This man can give the best massages in the world. He's got giant, warm hands that know exactly how all your muscles are meant to feel under them.

If you guys are having sex before bed, he will pass out like a rock as soon as everything's done. And you will be trapped in his arms like a teddy bear. There's no other option.

Gale

You're both so incredibly touch-starved. He has only had the company of his cat ever since he locked himself up in his tower.

He's terribly gentle when he does touch you. As if he expects you to disappear if he grabs you too tight. As if one of you might just shatter.

It's easier for him to touch you through magic. Encounters in the weave, mage hand, anything of the like. It allows him to touch you without feeling so overwhelmed with it.

But once he truly starts touching you regularly, he can't get enough. He'll have you in his arms while he reads, or he'll lay on your lap and speak of magical innovations.

He drinks you in like the magic he needs to live. Knowing that his touch is providing some benefit for you makes him content and satisfied. Gale lives to make you happy and see you smile.

Halsin

Gods, this man gives the most incredible hugs. The only one who compares is Karlach. He's warm and soft and strong and he holds you as though he would never let anything hurt you.

He's quite a tactile person in general. His hand is regularly on your shoulder when he points something out or asks your opinions. If you're comfortable with it, his hand will rest on the small of your back when he walks with you. He likes keeping the point of combat.

Fall asleep in his arms, on his chest. You will never sleep better than this. It will ruin you for any bed ever.

He's quite careful about boundaries. If you are overwhelmed by him touching you so much, he will tone it down and keep it at your pace.

Alternatively, if it's not enough for you, he's always ready to offer a full body massage.

Wyll

Literal king of romance. He is determined to court you properly. His touch always feels like it has intention and awareness to it.

Loves to kiss your knuckles and make eye contact as he does. It feels ridiculously intimate for just a kiss on the hand.

Wyll traces the lines and curves of your face while you relax with him, admiring you and memorizing your features.

Having you close, whether in an embrace or a dance, settles him. He keeps you close as much as you allow it.

If you ask him to hold you, he will stop nearly whatever he is doing in order to do so. Lae'zel makes fun of him for pausing his sparring for it.

Gortash

Oh if he had it his way (And he rarely tolerates anything less), you would never leave his side. You being touch-starved just gives him all the more reason to keep you there.

Enver is possessive in the way he holds you. He will have a portrait commissioned of the two of you with his gauntleted hand settled firmly on your hip.

He's inevitably touch-starved himself, but he's unlikely to admit this. Just allow him to hold you when you fall asleep or he'll be frustrated with everyone in the morning.

Halsin

"Oh. You look stunning, my heart."

He is openly admiring you any chance he gets. It is shameless because why would he be ashamed of looking at you? Of admiring all of nature's bounty before him.

He's handsy if you allow it, holding onto your hips where the slits of the dress show off your skin. Pressing kisses to the back of your neck just over the collar. Halsin always loves getting to see more of your skin, and this dress is certainly showing it off.

In general, he is a big believer in wearing whatever you want and enjoying it. He's hardly going to get jealous about others getting to admire you, so long as he's allowed to look as much as he pleases as well.

Even better, when you still have water clinging too you after being healed, dripping down your skin and making the dress cling even tighter.

You'll have him pressed up to your back to murmur in your ear about what he would like to do to you the moment you can both slip away.

And once you get the chance, he'll be between your thighs with the skirt pushed up around your hips. And you'll get to see just how long he can gold off before tearing the dress off of you completely.

Gale

"Oh! Yes, well, um, you look lovely! That sure does, well, show off your figure. Hmm. Yes."

This man is bright red and cannot look away from you. Yes, he can be blatant in his own flirting, but you make his brain shut down sometimes. And in this dress? Oh Gods

He is trying so incredibly hard to be a gentleman. He is NOT staring at your legs or the cut out in the back of the dress or how much it reveals of your chest or the way it clings to you as close as he wants to be. He is definitely not thinking about any of that. He missed his spell for unrelated reasons.

Show off in front of him, put yourself in his line of sight constantly. He will be going insane trying to stay polite and focused. And it's always a fun game to see if you can make him trail off in the middle of a monologue about magic.

Gale will spend an entire day suffering and watching you and trying not to say anything about it, but the moment the party breaks camp, he is dragging you into his tent to show you just how much he likes this dress on you.

You've left him so pent up after the whole day. He can't get enough of you, touching and grabbing and kissing you like you're the air he needs to survive.

The dress stays on until he's made sure you are both fully sated for the night. And he swears that if you wear it again he won't be so patient.

And if he's going to make a promise like that, he shouldn't be surprised when you wear it the next day.

Astarion

"Ohoho, please do say you're all dressed up for me, love."

He thinks this is delightful and would do the same thing if he could find something flattering enough.

Trying to tease him with it? No, that's his game. He's teasing you by letting his hands just barely touch you, appearing behind you to whisper in your ear about how delectable you look. Then slipping away before you can say anything back.

If he's noticing anyone else paying you too much attention, he'll make fun of them for it, but he's also likely to stick closer to your side, his arm around your waist. Showing the world that you're his.

He's the least worked up about the dress, but he likes it when you still stay by his side regardless of how much attention it gets you. He's just as much yours as you are his, and he'll be more than willing to reward you for being such a sweet thing all day.

The thought made you softly smile but your indulgence was cut short as he spun around to spot you, a grin splitting his face.

"How long have you been standing there, dollface?" Karl asked, sauntering forward to pull you down for a kiss. The lingering scent of metal and oil clung to him, but it was just as familiar as the taste of his lips and you loved it just like the rest of him.

"Not too long, just watching you," you replied, dragging your thumb down his cheek to feel his stubble against your skin. He leaned into your touch, smug as a well-fed cat.

"Without letting me see you? Cruel, sweetheart. Don't I get some eye candy?" The way he looked you up and down was positively salacious, and his hand that was still on the back of your neck pushed up to tug at your hair. "Because you sure are easy on the eyes."

"Down, boy," you responded wryly, your hands resting easily on his hips. He was a well-built man, strong and soft under your hands, but it was a lovely thrill to know you could pull him around just as much as he did you.

He laughed, rough and smug as he pressed another kiss to your lips before turning back to his work. "Well now that you're here, you might as well stay and keep me company, right, sweetheart? I want your thoughts on my newest creation. This one right here is gonna be Miranda's most hated yet!"