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daisynik7 · 7 months

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congrats on hitting 2k! if song repeats are allowed i’d like to request Promiscuous with stripper!nanami inspired by that one fan art smutty ofc tysm ❤️

Promiscuous

Pairing: stripper!Nanami x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~4.0k

cw: modern day setting, no curses au, Americanized customs in regard to bachelorette parties, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut – PIV sex (reverse cowgirl), cunnilingus, cream pie, slight breeding kink

Summary: You’re the maid-of-honor for your best friend Sara, the bride-to-be. This weekend, you’re celebrating her bachelorette party and what better way to end the night than at the strip club? Little do you expect that the breadsticks from dinner would come in handy much more than you think.

Author’s Notes: Thank you for the request anon for the y2k karaoke party! In case anyone wants to see the fan art being referenced, here’s the link on twitter. I didn’t want to use it as the header in case the artist doesn’t allow it. Anyways, this was such a fun one for me to write and I hope it’s a fun one for you all to read! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are ALWAYS appreciated! Thanks for reading! MDNI divider credit to @/cafekistune.

“Bruno! Another Aperol Spritz, please!” Sara slurs happily at the waiter.

He flashes her a thumbs up, disappearing into the other room towards the bar. Five of Sara’s bridesmaids, including you, the maid-of-honor, gather around the table, blitzed on either cocktails or Prosecco. You’re tipsy at best, purposefully holding back to take on the responsibility of making sure everything goes as planned tonight. As long as the bride has the time of her life and returns to the hotel in one piece, you’ll be happy.

Sara is the only one tonight wearing white, while the rest of you stun in little black dresses, sporting hot pink cowboy hats atop your heads and cowboy boots on your feet, celebrating the bride’s “last rodeo.” By the end of your meal, everyone in your party is giddy and ready for the next destination in your itinerary: the strip club, which is a few blocks away. You manage to pack the leftover breadsticks from dinner into your purse, anticipating that it will come in handy, especially when the drunken munchies start to hit. Together, the six of you parade the sidewalk, giggling and stumbling into the venue, beaming at the bouncer with goofy smiles as you display your IDs to him.

You’re sat at a table near the front of the stage, next to the runway. Next to you is Sara, who is swaying in her seat, resting her head on your shoulder, mumbling something about more alcohol. You pet her hair, knowing she needs water more than anything, so you ask one of the other less intoxicated girls to sit beside her, telling the rest of the group that you’ll grab drinks for everyone. With your bag, you go to the bar, taking the empty spot between another bachelorette party taking shots and a bespectacled blonde man in a tan suit, sipping on a glass of whiskey on the rocks.

The bartender, a beautiful brunette with soft brown eyes, nods at you before she helps the other patrons who were there first, so you wait patiently for her to return. The bridesmaid next to you, a feather boa around her neck, bumps into you by accident. She apologizes profusely, the potent smell of tequila wafting from her breath. You laugh, assuring her it’s alright and congratulating the bride. They offer you a shot, refusing, so instead they drape one of their fluffy scarves on your shoulders.

When they leave, the man to your other side chuckles, taking a swig of his liquor, smirking. “I’m surprised you didn’t take the free shot.”

You glance at him, taken aback by his handsome appearance. Slightly flustered, you focus your eyes on his uniquely spotted tie. “I’m taking care of another bride tonight, so I can’t get too wasted.”

He turns to face you completely now, and you can’t help scanning his physique, impressed by his stature, and of course, extremely good looks. “How responsible of you. Let me guess, you’re the maid-of-honor?”

This time, you meet his gaze, grinning with a shrug. “Guilty as charged.”

He reaches towards you, tipping the brim of your cowboy hat, getting a better view of your face. “And what’s the story behind this get-up?”

You laugh nervously, reluctant to explain. “It’s her last rodeo. You know, the last ride for the bride.” Heat rushes into your cheeks, already frazzled by his presence, now embarrassed about the clichés.

Amused, he hums. “Ah, I see. Clever.” He holds his hand out. “I’m Kento Nanami. Nice to meet you.”

You take it, introducing yourself. It’s obvious he’s here alone, and you wonder what someone like him is doing here at a male dance venue dressed like this, as if he came straight from the office. However, you’re not here to make assumptions about strangers, so you don’t question it.

The bartender finally approaches you, apologizing. “Sorry for the wait. It’s been really busy tonight.”

You wave it off, telling her it’s fine, ordering a few cocktails and a water. Before she starts on your order, she looks at Nanami. “Need anything else, Kento?” You’re curious about their relationship, which seems close given the first-name basis.

He twirls his drink, ice clinking in the glass. “If you have any food in there, that would be great.”

She pushes a container of maraschino cherries towards him. “You know we don’t. Here’s some healthy fruit to hold you over for the show.”

He snorts, “Thanks, Shoko.”

She makes the drinks in silence, leaving you alone with him once more. You set your purse on the counter, unzipping it to retrieve the pack of warm breadsticks from the Italian restaurant, sliding it to him. He looks at it, then at you, surprised.

“It’s your lucky day.”

Still in disbelief, he opens it slowly, inhaling the fragrant aroma of garlic and butter. He pulls one out, staring at it like he’s just discovered hidden treasure. “Am I dreaming right now?”

You beam at him. “This is totally real.”

He takes a bite, eyes fluttering. “This is heavenly. Are you sure I’m not dreaming?”

You giggle, watching him savor it. “I told you: it’s your lucky day.”

He takes another one, smiling. “It really is.” Wiping one side of his mouth with a napkin, he adds, “Not that it matters, but I’m curious. Why does a beautiful cowgirl like yourself have my favorite food in her purse?”

You try not to the let the subtle compliment faze you, though you’re not sure how good of a job you’re doing considering how hot your body is, especially your face. “I took it from the restaurant we had dinner at in case any of my friends need it for later.”

Halfway into the second breadstick, he comments, “You really are a good girl, aren’t you?”

Another comment that flusters you. Quickly, you pull yourself together. “I’m just trying to make sure everyone’s having a good time and won’t feel sick later.”

He finishes it off, licking the residual butter off his fingers. “Well, I won’t take all of it, then. You never know how the night will go, right?” He passes it to you, chugging the rest of his booze until there’s only ice left.

Shoko returns with your drinks, including a water for Sara. You hand her your card, expecting to pay, but Nanami interjects. “Shoko, put it on my tab.”

You gape at him. “You don’t have to – ”

“I want to. For the breadsticks,” he winks. He stands, grabbing two of your cocktails. “Can I help you bring these to your party?”

Stunned, and completely infatuated now, you nod without speaking, leading him to your table. Your friends ogle him when he serves them, probably smitten like you. You make one more trip for the remaining drinks, giving Sara the water, who reluctantly sips on it. “Thank you. I don’t know what I can do to make it up to you.”

“Just have a good time tonight, then we’ll call it even. I’ll see you later.” He waves goodbye to you and your friends, walking towards the rear of the club, for employees only.

Your curiosity peaks, though you don’t have time to ponder it because dance music begins blaring through the speakers, resulting in cheers from the audience. Sara hollers from her seat, drinking her water with a stack of bills in her hands, ready to toss at the dancers.

The emcee, a muscular older gentleman who calls himself “the Principal”, stands to the side of the stage, wearing an all-black suit and sports sunglasses. “Are you ladies ready for a special show tonight?”

Everyone applauds, excited for the performers to come out. “Let’s bring them out! Our first dancer is mysterious, sexy, and maybe just a little bit scary. A voice that can put any woman in a trance, and an even better body that will make anyone loyal to him, please give a big round of applause for…the Master!” A man with long, black hair draped on his back in a traditional Buddhist robe walks across the stage, smirking at the crowd with an alluring expression on his face. Many of the women scream for him, clearly already a favorite. He winks, resulting in louder shrieks.

“Next, class is in session! He’s got bright blue eyes that can peer into your soul and undress you in seconds. And when he’s not too busy doing that, he’s disciplining his very, very naughty students. Please welcome…the Professor!” This results in an overwhelming standing ovation, a couple of woman already tossing their bills towards him as an impressively tall and fit man with snow-white hair struts next to the Master, beaming towards the audience.

Two more dancers are introduced, leaving one left. “Last, and certainly not least. He’s wise, he’s good with money. Most of all, he hates work. But if it’s with a pretty coworker like you, he’ll work overtime to give you that good lovin’. Please give it up for…the Salary Man!”

To your shock, Nanami walks across, in the same exact outfit you saw him in earlier. When he takes his place at the end of the line, he glances at you, giving you a small wave. Sara whips around, shaking your shoulders. “He just waved at you!”

The entire show, you’re focused on Nanami, who graces the stage with smooth and fluid movements, hips thrusting into the air, booty popping in those tight slacks. At some point, each dancer starts to shed their clothing. He strips out of his jacket, tossing it towards your party where your friends catch it. Eventually, they reach the point of the show where each dancer performs a solo act. They step up and choose a woman in the audience who volunteers to be selected, usually a bride. You turn to Sara, asking her who her choice would be. She points to Nanami, whispering, “Definitely him.” A pang of jealously surrounds your chest, wishing you were posing as a bride tonight. It passes quickly, happy to live vicariously through your best friend.

After the first four strippers perform, Nanami’s turn comes. He steps forward in his half-buttoned dress shirt and unzipped slacks, teasing the black briefs he’s wearing beneath. Many women raise their hands, begging to be picked. Sara hoists both her arms, waving at him. He looks at her, then at you, back to her, holding his palm out to beckon her on stage. Suddenly, Sara shoves you, yelling, “She’s going up for me!”

The rest of the crowd cheers, coaxing you to get on. Nanami has a pleased grin on his face, waiting for you, almost like he expected this. You make your way slowly, stunned that this is really happening. As you stand before him, he pulls the feather boa off you slowly, letting it fall beside him on the floor, tipping your hat to see your face, like he did earlier at the bar. You can barely make out the Principal saying, “It seems our cowgirl has finally found her cowboy! Better take the proper position!”

Nanami’s voice is hot on your ear, low and soothing amidst the chaos surrounding you. “Can you lay down for me? I promise, I won’t touch you.”

You swallow hard, bending to lay flat on the stage, head towards the crowd. Nanami stands above you with you between his legs. You notice the outline of his cock in his pants and before you know it, you’re salivating profusely, pussy throbbing with arousal. The music starts, and soon, the familiar chorus plays: Promiscuous girl, wherever you are I’m all alone and it’s you that I want. Nanami trails down his chest, popping the rest of his buttons on his dress shirt, revealing his chiseled abs for everyone to gawk at.

The intense bass of the song and the shrieks of those watching pound your eardrums, and even with that as a distraction, all you can do is fixate on Nanami grinding his hips into the air, eyes never leaving yours. Soon, he’s kneeling over you, straddling your chest, still not touching. He rocks himself above you, moving with the beat of the music, bills raining you from the other women. Arms caging you in, he leans in, soothing voice in your ear again, whispering, “You can touch me, if you’d like.” He sits up, straddling you, running his fingers through his hair.

Without thinking, you act on instinct, hooking at the elastic of his briefs, tugging to snap it against his waist. The other dancers behind him whoop, encouraging you to keep going; you drift up to fondle his abs. Sara cheers the loudest from her seat, chucking the rest of her money at you and Nanami.

Unfortunately, the song fades out, ending the performance. There’s a standing ovation, more cash being thrown on stage. Nanami doesn’t seem to care as he removes himself from you, helping you on your feet. “Are you alright?”

Too mortified to meet his gaze, you look at the floor at all the bills scattered, nodding sheepishly. You’re not sure how you make it to your seat, Sara hugging you tightly, the other girls hollering for you. Your mind is still completely focused on Nanami, desperate for more.

The show ends and the emcee announces that the dancers will come out to greet the crowd. You have your face buried in your hands, embarrassed about the whole situation, despite your friends being thrilled about. Wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible, you gather everyone, ready to return to the hotel just a four blocks away. On your way towards the exit, someone grabs your wrist gently. You turn, surprised to be face Nanami, in his office attire. He murmurs your name, a blush in his cheeks, hair ruffled from his rousing performance. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

Snapping out of it, you reply, “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for such a fun night.”

You expect him to let you go, but he doesn’t, holding your hand in his. “I don’t live far from here. Just down the street.” He reaches into his pocket, passing a business card to you. “Call me if you want. I’d really like to see you again, get to know you better.”

You take it, smiling at him. “We have to get to our hotel now. But thank you.”

He nods politely, dropping his grip, watching you leave out the door with the rest of your cowgirls.

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It takes nearly two hours to get everyone settled for the night. Stomped on cowboy hats litter the floor of your hotel room. Whatever is left of the breadsticks gets consumed within minutes while the remaining snacks you’ve purchased throughout the trip are eaten without so much as a crumb left. You make sure everyone is hydrated with their own water bottles and help them unzip their little black dresses so that they can slip into their pajamas. Sara keeps babbling about how much fun she had, how hot all of the strippers were. She ends up leaving her soon-to-be husband a hilariously drunk voicemail reiterating her love for him.

It's a little past three in the morning, the rest of the girls sleeping soundly in the bed, your best friend snoring noisily. Nobody budges when you sneak out of the room in your black dress, rocking the cowboy hat and boots, following the directions to the address Nanami texted you after you messaged him first, asking if he’s still up. You don’t expect him to respond seconds later, convinced he’s asleep by now, so you’re more than excited to know that he’s awake, possibly waiting for you.

He meets you in the lobby of his apartment complex, dressed in grey sweatpants and a white undershirt. Even in his casual wear, you’re drawn to him. He looks you up and down, smirking when he sees you. “Howdy, cowgirl.”

You laugh, following him to the elevator heading up the fifth floor. His hands are stuffed in his pockets during the ride, keeping a safe distance from you. You tap your foot, the boots making a clicking noise on the tiled floor. You turn to him, inching a bit closer. “I hope I didn’t keep you up. It took a while to get everyone to bed.”

He faces you, eyes twinkling with kindness. “You’re a really good friend, taking care of them like that.” He pauses, stepping to the side, closing the distance, arms brushing now. “But who’s taking care of you?”

Deciding to be bold, you reply, “I was hoping you could take care of me tonight. If you’re okay with that.”

The doors split open, finally on the right floor. He reaches for you, lacing his fingers with yours, leading you into the hallway, rushing to his room. Once inside, he traps you against the door, caging you between his arms, looking at you with an intense expression. “You’re sure you want me to take care of you?”

You tug on his collar, pulling him in. “I’m positive.” He leans in kissing you softly on the lips, palm cupping your cheek. He breaks apart briefly to remove your hat, tossing it behind him, going in for more. You slip out of your shoes, following him into the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind you.

“Can you lay down for me, sweetheart?” He’s hot on your ear, exactly the way he said it on the stage just hours ago. You bite back a moan, so incredibly turned on while you get on the bed, lying flat on your back, anticipating. He rolls the hem of your dress up your thighs, enough so that you can spread them apart, exposing your panties to him, already damp with arousal.

“Wow,” he says, kissing the plush of your thighs. “You’re incredible.” He hooks the crotch of your panties to the side, pussy throbbing. He swears under his breath, readjusting himself so that he can stroke his cock through his pants, pressing a soft kiss to your clit. You squirm from the contact, moaning his name, his tongue licking circles around you. He doesn’t hold back, pushing himself deeper, lapping at your clit.

You clench the sheets beneath you, grinding on his face. He responds by eating you out sloppier, spitting thick wads of saliva to smear on your clit. “Fuck, you taste so good,” he groans, licking your cunt, collecting your slick on his tongue. “I want you to come on my face, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?”

Head thrown into the pillows, you whimper, “Yes,” reaching for his hair, feeling him thrash around, slobbering all over you until you climax, gushing into his mouth. He continues to flick your swollen bud with his tongue while you ride out your high, stopping only when you recoil from him, overstimulated. He surfaces, meeting your lips with his, messy with your arousal. You exchange a few more kisses before he strips his shirt off, followed by his pants. You almost gasp out loud at the impressive bulge in his briefs, palming it.

He nibbles on your ear lobe, rutting his erection against you, whispering, “Ride it, cowgirl. Ride me.”

Sliding out of your panties, you get into position, facing away while you straddle him, his grip on your ankles, adjusting you so you’re sat on his lap. You lift your ass, letting him guide his hard cock inside you, stretching you out gradually, inch-by-inch. “Fuck,” you hear him curse behind you, bottoming out. He slaps one of your cheeks, squeezing the flesh between his fingers. You bounce on him, ass jiggling with each pump of his cock, slutty moans pouring out of your mouth.

“Look at you go, fuck. You’re perfect. So perfect for me,” he purrs, guiding you up and down his dick.

He’s so deep, hitting that sweet spot with every thrust, your core tight with pleasure. Your tongue hangs out, drool leaking from the sides of your lips, eyes glazed over in bliss. You’re getting your brains fucked out of you and you find yourself blurting out every carnal desire crossing your mind. “Film me, Nanami. Want to see it.”

He gets even stiffer. “Yeah? You want to see how this fat ass swallows my cock up, huh? Better ride it harder, cowgirl.” Reaching for his phone, he holds it up, camera towards you. Before he records, he confirms one more time, “Are you sure you want this, sweetheart?”

You nod, whimpering, “Yes,” leaning down to grip the end of the bed, giving you more leverage to get fucked deeper.

“There you go. Keep fucking me,” he grunts, filming you now. “Use this cock to get yourself off. Let me take care of you, make you feel good.” His voice encouraging you pushes you closer to the edge, on the verge of another orgasm. You whine his name, moving faster.

“What is it, baby?” he coos, sweat beading on his forehead. “Are you going to come for me again?”

“Fuck yeah. Going to come on this cock,” you moan, rubbing your clit.

“Then do it. Give me all that fucking cum, sweetheart. Don’t hold back. Squirt on it. Cream all over it, oh fuck,” he growls, thrusting into you. “Can I come with you? Please, pretty girl? Can I breed you and make you mine?”

That does it. You orgasm, clutching him tight, pussy squeezing around him. Seconds later, he comes, filling you with his hot load, pumping his cock until he’s milked dry. He stays inside you for a bit, admiring the view before lifting your ass to pull out, watching his creamy mess leak out of you slowly, wet cock flopped against his abdomen. He stops the recording, running his fingers along his hair, damp with perspiration. “Come here,” he says, caressing one of your ankles tenderly, setting his phone on the nightstand.

You crawl to him, nuzzling your nose to his chest as he wraps you in his arms. It’s silent for a moment, neither of you sure of what to say next. He clears his throat, speaking first. “I hope you don’t think I do this often.”

You look at him, confused. “Do what?”

“Take women home from work. To do this.”

Smiling, you respond, “Even if you did, it wouldn’t matter to me.”

He hugs you tighter, kissing you on the forehead. “Still, I just wanted to make that clear.”

You trace the outline of his abs idly. “Well, in that case, I don’t do this often either.”

He chuckles, mimicking you now. “Do what?”

“Hook up with sexy dancers from the strip club.”

Another smooth, this time on the cheek. “It wouldn’t matter to me even if you did.”

You cuddle with each other for a while longer, reluctant to let go. Begrudgingly, you break away from him to check the time. “I should probably head back now.”

He nods. “Can I walk you there?”

“Sure.”

It’s a short trip back to the hotel, so you take your time, walking slowly, fingers laced together. “Is it a long flight home for you tomorrow?” he asks.

“We all actually live close-by, so we drove here together.”

He stops, pausing to look at you carefully. “You live around here?”

“Yes. And I work here in the city.”

His lips parts, sputtering nonsense before he responds, “I thought I’d have to say goodbye to you tonight.”

“Do you not want to?”

“No, I don’t. I’d like to see you again if that’s okay with you.”

You lean into him. “I’d like that too. I don’t go around giving my breadsticks to anyone, you know. Only the special ones.”

He chuckles, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in close. “And I don’t go around giving my breadstick to just about anyone either.”

“Oh no,” you laugh, hiding your face. “Don’t tell me these are the kind of jokes you make.”

“Unfortunately, it is. And now, you’re stuck with them.”

You hug him around the waist, gazing at him lovingly. “Lucky me.”

He smiles at you. “Me too.”

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mooshywrites · 3 months

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If your requests are still open, may I request an afab gn reader x Halsin where reader is learning how to wild shape for the first time under Halsin's watch? Maybe deer, panther, wolf, and/or bear? Can be as fluffy or smutty as you wish to write, either is fine. 💜

I'd also be down for either a story trade or commission, too (if you take comms), if requests are closed. 👀 Thank you for offering requests and hope you're well.

A Bear and a Deer

Gn!Reader x Halsin

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Masterlist

Art commissions

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A/N - this man was perfectly crafted for fan fiction

Word count - 1.9K

Warnings - wild shifting, very fluffy, angst if you squint, minor spoilers

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“You were beautiful.”

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You had almost spit out your drink when Halsin said he wanted to teach you how to wild shape that morning.

It was such a peaceful day afterward, you and your companions had all agreed to taking the weekend off. The realm may need saving, but you all knew that spending every day fighting nonstop would have you dead before you could even reach Baldur’s Gate. Astarion had decided to pamper himself by hunting all day, Shadowheart and Lae’zel seemed content to relax in their tents. Gale and Wyll had spent most of the day playing various card games, arguing over the rules the entire time. Halsin was off in the distance, whittling away at a new project.

You might’ve gone to him to see what he was working on, but you were too nervous he would spring his Druidic lesson on you sooner. No, you would wait until he found you again to start. Instead, you tried to force yourself into relaxing. Into taking a break from the horrific news of the journey thus far.

Besides, it was nice to remind yourself there were beautiful things about the world.

Like how the sunshine glinted in flashes across the water of the stream next to your camp. Or how the sky shone a brilliant blue. Fluffy white clouds floated lazily across the horizon. The trees swayed gently in the breeze, their leaves rustling in shades of green and gold. The sun casts a warm, golden light over the landscape, warming your skin. You were really starting to take Halsin at his word when he went on long roaming rants about how beautiful nature really was.

As the sunlight danced upon the rippling surface of the stream, you felt a surge of anticipation. Halsin had always been a source of intrigue. His enigmatic smile and deep-set eyes held secrets of a world that existed beyond the realms of mere mortals. You shoved him out of your mind, your imagination having much too much fun trailing over his other more physical advantages.

You were nervous about the impending lesson, unsure of how you could even begin to wild-shift. Halsin was surely a great teacher, but there was a problem beyond that. You weren’t really a Druid after all, and you thought wild shape magic was only possible for Druids who had perfected their skills.

You didn’t have much time to worry more, Halsin walking over to you with a smile on his face.

“Ready?” Halsin grinned.

You nodded hesitantly, your heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Halsin beckoned for you to follow him, leading you to a secluded clearing in the woods, where the sunlight filtered through the canopy, bathing everything in a warm glow.

"First, you must attune yourself to the energy of nature," Halsin began, his voice calm and soothing. "Close your eyes and breathe deeply."

You followed his instructions, taking in a long, slow breath and releasing it even slower. As you closed your eyes, you focused on the sounds of the forest, the rustling leaves, and the distant calls of birds. The scent of earth and foliage filled your nostrils.

"Now, feel the connection between yourself and the elements around you," Halsin continued softly. "Feel the energy flowing through every living thing, from the smallest insect to the tallest tree."

As you tuned into the natural world around you, a sensation like an electrical current surged through your chest. You tried to focus on what he was saying, but you were completely taken aback by the feeling.

“How can I use magic like this? I’m not a Druid.” You muttered questioningly, your eyes popping open for a moment.

Halsin smiled, his eyes still shut. “You would be surprised with what magic you can achieve when you listen to nature.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to sink back into the cradle of sights and sounds. you didn’t quite believe him, but you couldn’t shrug off the feeling of mana flowing through to your fingertips either. that was something not even a great Druid could fake.

“Now,” Halsin started, “You must imagine being the animal you choose with all of your might. For example, when I want to be a bear, I feel his claws. Feel the weight of his fur along his body. Feel his impulses, his power.”

Halsin started to shudder as he spoke, his eyes glazing over with a yellow tint.

“And then…” Halsin stuttered.

Then, he transformed. His body shaking as it molded into a lumbering cave bear in a flurry of leaves. You looked on in awe, seeing the way he was able to so easily change his entire being. He was large, quite large. You might’ve been afraid if you didn’t know your gentle giant was still in there somewhere. Still, you took a hesitant step back.

Once the bear had its bearings, it… well, he, looked back up at you.

You could’ve sworn the bear was smiling.

It flicked it’s head towards you, as if it was gesturing for you to give it a try.

You took a shaky breath, trying to think of an animal to relate to. It took some time before you landed on ‘deer’.

You used to sit and watch the herds of deer when you were a child, trying to sneak as close as you could in the tall soft grass. You never got quite close enough, the clever deer always bounding away when you got too close.

You couldn’t really say why they had intrigued you so when you were small. Perhaps it was the way their horns sprouted and wound around beautiful as if they were branches reaching for the sky. Or maybe because of how their eyes seemed to hold so much intelligence, twinkling with life and carefulness. Deep down, you knew the real answer.

It’s because they were free. So so free.

They explored wherever they wanted to, their only fear being that of dying. They didn’t have to worry about what people thought about them, what they were going to do the next day, what their place was in the wider univers. Instead, they just surrounded themselves with the beauty of nature and each other, every night spent under the twirling constellations.

You wanted that feeling. That simplicity of life.

You took a deep breath, trying to capture that feeling in your mind. You imagined yourself as free as the deer were, felt the wind ripple through your fur. You felt the sunlight across your back as you settled into the grass. Felt the power and speed in your legs as you ran across a meadow.

You didn’t even hear Halsin shift back to his normal person, too eclipsed by the vision of a deer’s freedom.

Then, to your surprise, you started to transform.

Your body shuddered and convulsed as the magic coursed through your veins. The world blurred around you, and for a moment, all you could hear was the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears. The sensation was overwhelming, yet strangely exhilarating.

As the transformation neared completion, you opened your eyes to find yourself standing on four delicate hooves. You blinked in astonishment at the sight of dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves, casting a warm glow on your newly formed fur. You could feel the gentle breeze rustling through your antlers, and the scent of wildflowers filled your nostrils.

Taking a cautious step forward, you marveled at how effortlessly your new deer body moved. The ground felt soft beneath your hooves as you pranced lightly through the clearing. A sense of freedom washed over you, untethered from the burdens of the human world.

Halsin watched with a smile, his eyes filled with pride. "Well done," he called out, but you were already gone.

You ran as fast as you could through the clearing, your chest filling with glee at the rush of the speed.

You could have stayed that way forever, if you didn’t feel the subtle ache of your mana ebbing. You made your way back to Halsin, feeling your form slip away already.

When you finally shifted back into your body, it was almost a hollow feeling. Your mind not quite catching up with you.

“It went away so fast.” You whispered, looking up at Halsin. You didn’t realize you were crying until a tear slipped off your cheek and onto your chest.

Halsin smiled gently and pulled you into a warm embrace. He stood silently like that for a moment, letting himself soak up all of your unexplained feelings. He must’ve known the feeling based on how he was holding you. Like he knew the sorrow you felt quite well.

“You will get stronger, my heart.” Halsin murmured. “You will get stronger and then you can stay that beautiful silver deer as long as you like.”

You pulled away, giggling softly. “I was silver?” You hadn’t thought about what you actually looked at. You were too preoccupied with how everything felt.

“You were beautiful.” Halsin said simply, his eyes shining with reverence.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow over the clearing, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. Despite the fleeting nature of your transformation, you knew that this experience had changed you in ways you couldn't fully comprehend just yet.

Halsin led you back to the camp, where a warm fire crackled in the center. You sat on a worn-out rug beside the fire, feeling its comforting warmth seep into your bones. Halsin joined you, his presence reassuring and calming.

"There is much to learn about wild shape magic," Halsin said softly, his eyes reflecting the dancing flames. "But I have no doubt that with time and practice, you will become a skilled shapeshifter."

“Does it hurt that much every time?” You asked softly, emotion welling back up in your chest.

You didn’t have to explain what you meant, recognition coming across the Druids face as he turned back to you. The smile Halsin gave you wasn’t filled with pity. It was just a sense of sad yearning. A feeling you realized you knew quite well.

“Sometimes.” Halsin replied. “It’s much easier to be an animal in nature than a person in all of this mess. But not every time.”

“Hmm.” You offered, feeling comfortable silence settle back over the camp.

You looked back towards the trees, knowing the clearing was just on the other side. You wouldn’t put your responsibility to Baldur’s Gate to the side, but your heart was hopeful thinking of the next time. The next time you could be free like that.

Dusk fell over the camp, casting shadows across the landscape. The crackling fire grew brighter, illuminating the peaceful expressions on both your faces. Halsin reached for something from his satchel and handed it to you

You looked down to see a small wooden pendent in the shape of a deer, intricately crafted from birchwood.

"This is a gift," he said, his voice filled with warmth. "A reminder of the freedom you experienced today and a symbol of your journey as a honorary Druid."

"When did you make this?" you whispered, confused at how he could’ve guessed the animal you would transform into. This had to be what he was working on earlier that morning, right?

“Lucky guess.” Halsin chuckled.

“Thank you.” You said softly, taking the pendent and marveling at its simplistic beauty.

Halsin nodded, his eyes gleaming with pride. "Remember, my heart, you are capable of harnessing nature's magic within you. Embrace it, embrace yourself, and let it guide you on your path. And I’ll always be here to help you on that journey.”

As you looked back at Halsin, your chest filled with warmth. Your cheeks flushed slightly before you looked back to the fire quickly.

You weren’t ready to explore the deepening feelings you had for Halsin. Not after everything you had felt that day.

Instead, you relaxed in the evening air, enjoying the beauty of the night.

The crackling fire and the tranquility of the camp enveloped you like a comforting blanket. The stars twinkled above, casting their ethereal glow upon the landscape. A gentle breeze rustled through the trees, carrying with it the sweet scent of pine and earth.

‘I wonder’ You thought to yourself, stealing one more glance at Halsin. ‘Could a bear fall in love with a deer?’

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