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Baldur's Gate III Masterlist

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Thorin Oakenshield

Tolkein Writing Challenge: January

Tolkein Writing Challenge: February

Against the Stars

Ivory

Drabble: Thorin Asks About Your Piercings

LOTR/The Hobbit Headcanons

Being a Healer

Getting a Migraine

Thranduil

Swept

Love Lies

Javi G

Javi G Drabble: Getting a Car

The Mandalorian

Owning a Droid

III

Reading to Grogu

II

One

Healing Touch

Closer

Cayde-6

Mystic

Aid

Gone

Struck

Yondu Udonta

Being Terran and Dating Yondu

MCU Headcanons

You Have a Bad Day

Bucky Barnes

Confessions

Drabble Challenge: Entry 5

Waves

Angel

Angel (Part 2)

Sleepless

Remember Me (Part 1)

Remember Me (Part 2)

Remember Me (Part 3)

Remember Me (Part 4)

Remember Me (Part 5)

Blast

Guardian

Guardian (Part 2)

Guardian (Part 3)

Bloom

Allies

Remedy

Steve Rogers

Dance With Me

Nurse Steve

Peter Parker

Break

T’Challa

Wild One

Pietro Maximoff

Soon

Loki Laufeyson

God & Warrior

Leo Fitz

Relief

Harry Hart

Drabble Challenge: Entry 2

Drabble Challenge: Entry 3

Drabble Challenge: Entry 4

Merlin (Kingsman)

Drabble Challenge: Entry 1

Cassian Andor

Statistics

Joel Miller

Human Nature

Eddie Munson

Hotter Than Hell

Fever

Nanami Kento

Drabble: Lazy Sunday Morning With Nanami Kento

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Richard Armitage as Thorin Oakenshield THE HOBBIT: AN UNEXPECTED JOURNEY (2012)

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Bag End background for my Hobbit comic adaptation

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@inmyloveworld I fucking love shit like this

Last song: Wtf U Mean - HAARPER, Freddie Dredd (I like to bop to it in my jeep)

Currently reading: Fire and blood - George R.R. Martin

Last film: Old School 💀

Currently craving: pickles, always

Three ships: rheanyra targaryen and harwin strong 😭, sauron and galadriel after watching rings of power, and aragorn and eowyn (I’m clearly obsessed with fantasy based romance)

First ship: Belle and the beast

Fave color: green

Currently working on: nothing specific, just trying to get through school and work

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[perfectlyripeclementine]

calling my lover "mine" but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else's, "mine" like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. "mine" not like possession but devotion.

[purlturtle]

Not "belongs to me"; "belongs with me."

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A Traveler in the Grove

The laughter of children is the first thing you hear as you approach the Grove. Two great trees mark its entrance, and your sharp eyes make out young ones of every race running about. Your heart swells at the sight.

You approach slowly, soaking in every moment you can of the scene before you. A great thudding noise breaks your peace. A brown bear suddenly races through the flock of children, a young elf boy sitting on its back.

Halsin. Your heart skips a beat. It’s been months since you were last able to visit the Grove, but the memory of your time spent with Halsin has graced your thoughts every day since. You’ve craved his touch and his voice.

A tiefling girl is the first to notice your approach. “Tav! Tav is here!” She begins sprinting towards you, the rest of the group following her. Shouts and whoops of excitement fill your ears.

You can’t stop yourself from grinning as you squat down to greet the children. Tiny arms embrace you before the sheer volume of them becomes too much, and you're knocked over into a pile of giggles and tight hugs.

“Easy now, children, you want to keep her in one piece.” A deep voice breaks through the noise.

You’re finally able to sit up and are met with the sight of the man you’ve been dreaming of. Your skin flushes as you take in his broad frame and kind smile

“I believe they’ve missed you,” Halsin says as he offers you a hand. His skin is warm against yours as he helps you up. “And I would be lying if I said I haven’t thought of you often as well.”

Your cheeks redden at his words, and you nearly laugh at yourself. For months you’ve been making your way through the world, healing others and helping to rebuild. And here you are blushing like some love sick adolescent.

“You must be tired from your travels,” he continues. “I’ll make us some tea and you can rest.”

He places a hand along the small of your back. Shivers run along your spine as he leads you into the Grove.

The mug of tea warms your hands as you lean back in the surprisingly comfortable wooden chair by the fire. Not surprising considering Halsin made the chair himself.

Excitement thrums in your veins. A gift for him rests in the inner pocket of your jacket. You wait until a comfortable silence rests over you before reaching for it.

“I brought you something,” you tell him, pulling out the gift wrapped in a brown cloth.

His eyes light up, and he leans forward to take it from you. He gives you a smile before tugging at the twine holding it together. The cloth falls away, revealing two leather bound books.

“I know how much you love your books, and I was thinking you would like these ones as well,” you tell him.

Halsin’s large fingers flip through the pages. The books you selected for him are filled with tales surrounding nature. Stories of dwarves and elves exploring mountain ranges and country sides. As happy as Halsin is to settle down, you’re sure there’s a side of him that misses the freedom to roam. At least this way you can bring the adventure to him.

He stands up abruptly, and strides over to gather you in his arms. He squeezes you so tightly it nearly takes your breath away. You laugh against his chest.

“I take it you like them?” You ask, voice muffled.

He releases you just enough to look at you. “They’re beautiful,” he replies. He tilts your chin up and presses his lips to yours. You nearly melt under his touch. Your memory doesn’t do him justice. Nothing can remind you of how powerful his kiss is.

He breaks the kiss and lets his forehead rest against yours, an intimate movement that has your chest swelling with affection.

“I’ve truly missed you, my heart,” he says.

“I’ve missed you too,” you respond, nuzzling your forehead against his. You take a deep breath, inhaling his comforting scent.

He steps away and lets his gaze roam over you, as if he needs to take in every possible moment he has with you.

But his eyes say something more. There’s something apparent that’s taking up his thoughts.

You take his hand in yours. “What is it, love?”

A look of amusement flickers across his expression. “Is it that obvious?” He asks.

You let out a light laugh. “You tend to say a lot without needing to speak.”

He smirks. He looks down to your joined hands. “I want you to stay this time.” His eyes meet yours then. “I want you to stay with me.”

You’re not surprised by his words. This has needed a discussion for some time. Your heart aches to be with him, but there’s always been a tug within you to help those out in the world. And after the events with the mind flayers, there’s no shortage of those who need healing.

Your throat grows a bit thick. “I want to, I really do.” You force yourself to meet his gaze. “But I can’t just leave those in the realm to suffer.”

A beat of silence passes, the crackling of the fire the only sound. “I understand, better than most. But what if I told you we needed you? Me. The children. The other druids.” His voice remains soft. “We’re always in need of someone to help with the children, to cure their illnesses, and their injuries. And they love you dearly. As do I.”

His words unleash a deep longing within you. A longing to be here. To have a home and to be held at the end of the day. And yet you’ve never allowed yourself this thought, because you believed you needed to do more.

But with Halsin standing before you, asking you to stay, everything within you tells you that this is where you belong.

You reach up and brush a dark strand of hair away from his face. His green eyes are hopeful.

“As long as you have mead on hand, I’ll stay,” you say.

He laughs. A deep, beautiful sound. He pulls you into his arms again, kissing you deeply. His hands roam along your hips to your bottom, his joy clearly apparent by his actions.

“We should go tell the children, Daddy Halsin,” you say, laughing against his lips.

A low growl leaves his throat. “It can wait.”

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If you take up Raphael on his deal, Gale says "I can't believe you signed that contract. We'll discuss this. Later." And WOW. The way he says it is just so good. Would you be willing to write a drabble or imagine or what have you about the aftermath?

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Argument With Gale

Request:

If you take up Raphael on his deal, Gale says "I can't believe you signed that contract. We'll discuss this. Later." And WOW. The way he says it is just so good. Would you be willing to write a drabble or imagine or what have you about the aftermath?

“How could you be so reckless? Dancing with a devil is not something to be taken lightly.” Gale’s voice is filled with annoyance and disbelief. His eyes are hard and unforgiving.

You shrug your shoulders. “It seemed like the right thing to do at the time. I know Raphael isn’t to be trusted, but the Orphic Hammer is a powerful weapon, one we can use to our advantage.”

He crosses his arms and glares at you. “Raphael has you in his pocket now. You are a weapon he’s going to take advantage of.”

You roll your eyes. Despite the countless times you’ve talked yourself out of trouble, Gale still feels the need to protect you. “I’m not stupid Gale. I know a way to get out of the contract. We just have to go to his House of Hope and tear it up.”

He scoffs. “Do you hear yourself? ‘Go to his House of Hope?’ That sounds like a great way to get yourself killed.”

A growl rips from your throat, frustration gripping you. “Why can’t you just trust that I know what I’m doing?”

The light in his tent seems to darken as the argument continues. “I don’t want to see you be manipulated.” His expression is still one of anger, but his words are laced with concern.

You let your shoulders relax a bit, reminding yourself that his anger stems from his worry for you. You step forward, taking his hands in yours and giving them a quick squeeze.

“I know I take a lot of risks, and I’m sorry if that scares you. But with what we’re facing, we can’t afford to play it safe.” His eyes search yours, ever calculating.

His face finally softens. “Well, if anyone can outsmart a devil, it would be you.” He cracks a smile, and the tightness in your chest loosens.

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How would romanced Astarion react to Tav (probably a bard Tav) offering to use themself as bait to lure out one of Astarion's sibling vampire spawn? Like, instead of just running into Dal and Petras, Tav preforms at where Astarion says are frequent haunts of his siblings, with Tav basically making themself seem like an easy target. Just an idea for a scenario.

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A Trap Lies Ahead

Request:

How would romanced Astarion react to Tav (probably a bard Tav) offering to use themself as bait to lure out one of Astarion's sibling vampire spawn? Like, instead of just running into Dal and Petras, Tav preforms at where Astarion says are frequent haunts of his siblings, with Tav basically making themself seem like an easy target. Just an idea for a scenario.

You stare at your reflection in the standing mirror. Astarion flits around you, a tape measure hanging around his neck. His actions are precise and practiced, and you notice the focus in his gaze. 

His confidence does nothing to cure your nerves, though. After brainstorming for hours on how to lure one of his fellow spawn in for questioning, you didn’t think offering yourself as bait would be something to consider. You were even more surprised that Astarion even agreed it. But he’s determined to corner another vampire and get answers. 

Astarion lines the tape up with one of your arms, and you shiver as his fingertips brush against your skin. His gaze meets yours briefly. He studies you for a moment, and you hope he doesn’t notice the fear crawling within you. 

But centuries of studying people has made him an expert at reading expressions. He lets his touch linger on your skin a moment longer, a small gesture of comfort. You know he senses the worry in you. 

A few minutes later he pauses in front of you. You glance down at him from the pedestal he put you on.

“I have all the measurements I need,” he tells you. He plays with the measuring tape in his hands. “I’ll get to work on the dress.” 

His eyes flit around nervously, and he’s unable to meet your gaze. Your hands have started shaking at the thought of baring yourself to the danger ahead, and you know anxiety has started to grip him as well. You tilt his chin up, forcing him to look at you. 

“We’ll get through this,” you say, as much to yourself as to him. 

He sighs, but his stance remains tense. He steps forward a bit and buries his face in your chest, inhaling your scent. You lace your fingers in his curls and press a kiss to top of his head. 

“I’m sorry I’m putting you through this,” he says. Your heart clenches at the hurt in his voice. This is as much torture for him as it is for you. 

You cradle his face in your hands, stroking your thumb along his cheekbone. His eyelids flutter closed at the sensation. 

“I trust you, Astarion. And we have to do something. We can’t just wait for them to come to us,” you tell him, hoping your words will ease some of his guilt. 

He grabs your hand and places a kiss on your palm. His eyes meet yours, a new determination settling within them. 

“I will be close by, love,” he says. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” 

A smile pulls at your lips, and your body warms at his protectiveness. “I know. I just worry you might do your job too well with how that dress is gonna look,” you joke. 

He lets out a breathy laugh. “I will admit you’re going to have to look irresistible, but you don’t even need a dress to do that in my opinion.” 

Your cheeks flush with heat. “As long as you’re the only one that  gets to touch me by the time the night’s over.” 

His hands grip your hips and lift you up to place you before him. His gaze now looks down on you, but the way he looks at you doesn’t make you feel smaller. 

“If they lay a hand on you, they will know a different fear by the time I’m done with them.” His words are hard but his expression is soft. You can’t help the shiver of excitement that runs through you at his promise. 

His hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling your forehead against his. You let out a breath at his proximity, savoring the way his thumb strokes the sensitive skin on your neck. The stress that had gripped you so tightly before has vanished with Astarion’s words. 

And you can’t help but feel sorry for any enemy that has the guts to touch Astarion’s mate.

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Hi! Just had another genius idea. Anyway Tav x Astarion, Tav has a habit of smoking when they’re nervous or just need to relax. So Tav loses her pipe and kinda has a breakdown (as a smoker trying to withdraw, such breakdowns can happen). Feel free to skip this, if you dont like this or feel uncomfortable

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Drabble: Astarion Helping You During a Breakdown

Request:

Hi! Just had another genius idea. Anyway Tav x Astarion, Tav has a habit of smoking when they’re nervous or just need to relax. So Tav loses her pipe and kinda has a breakdown (as a smoker trying to withdraw, such breakdowns can happen). Feel free to skip this, if you dont like this or feel uncomfortable

Your clothes feel too tight. Your skin feels as if little bugs are crawling along it. Your heart races in an irregular beat.

But your pipe is nowhere to be found. Panic begins to grip you as you search frantically for the object. The anxiety of the day has you craving the calmness it brings.

Tears prick at the corner of your eyes. You search every nook you can think of and yet it’s still nowhere to be found.

You feel a presence sneaking up behind you, and turn quickly in a defensive position.

Astarion stands before you, hands up in surrender.

“Is everything all right?” He asks. His expression is one of concern.

You clench your fists, attempting to calm yourself. “I-I can’t find my pipe. Today was just a lot and I just need something to take the edge off-“

Astarion steps forward and gathers you in his arms. His hand gently smooths your hair back. The pressure of his arms around you soothes a bit of your anxiety.

“Just take a breath,” he tells you softly. “You’ll get through this.”

You hold onto him for dear life. The tenseness in your body has already begun to fade with his presence.

He promises to hold you until the storm passes.

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Drabble: Soft Moment with Gortash

Request:

Hi! First I just wanna say I super love all your work! I was wondering could I please request something slightly softer with Gortash? I would love to see how you think he would act and/or what he would consider being "softer/gentle" maybe for a more good aligned Tav who he is trying to pursue/seduce/corrupt.

His eyes watch you as you trace the rim of your coffee cup. Your own gaze is focused on the book in front of you, as you savor every bit of this quiet morning.

He rubs slow circles on the skin where your hands join. The light, warm feeling of contentment blooms deep in his chest.

It took a while for him to earn your trust. Your goals were different, as well as your intentions, but once he showed you the gentler side of him, you couldn’t stop yourself from being drawn to his side.

Moments of peace like this are rare for Enver. His days are filled with meetings and tasks of every kind to ensure his rule goes unchallenged.

But getting to start and end his day with you by his side…it always seemed impossible to him. He made sure to make time for you though, needing a thorough dose of your attention to get him through the day.

When you look up from your book to smile at him, he wishes he could stay in this moment forever.

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Hi! First I just wanna say I super love all your work! I was wondering could I please request something slightly softer with Gortash? I would love to see how you think he would act and/or what he would consider being "softer/gentle" maybe for a more good aligned Tav who he is trying to pursue/seduce/corrupt.

Sending you happy vibes and internet hugs! 😊😊

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Hot Spring with Halsin

The rising steam swirls around you in a mystical pattern. The heat of the water warms your bones despite the cold air surrounding you. Halsin’s hands roaming your naked body adds to the flames rising within you.

You savor the sensation of his calloused hands dancing along every curve. The thigh between your legs presses upwards to bring you closer to him, and you gasp at the movement. Your hands press against his chest in an attempt to steady yourself.

Halsin leans forward and presses a soft kiss to your neck. “I love how you feel,” he murmurs against your skin. “It’s as if nature made you as a gift for me.”

Your cheeks flush at his words, but you blame it on the hot spring. “Thank you for sharing this with me,” you tell him. He said he’d never brought anyone else to this spot.

“I wish to share everything with you,” he replies. His fingers find a strand of your hair and absentmindedly begin to twirl. A smile grows on his lips.

“I don’t think I deserve everything you have to offer,” you admit. Your relationship with Halsin still feels like a dream to you.

His hands move to grab your hips. He pulls you flush against him. The flames sitting low in your belly begin to build as the broad muscle of his thigh grinds against your core.

“You really don’t see how extraordinary you truly are, do you?” His eyes roam your face, appreciating every feature he sees. “I’m going to spend the rest of my days proving how special you are to me.”

His words fill you with a deep sense of joy, and you can’t stop the smile that pulls at your lips.

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Winter Solstice with Astarion

Halsin could certainly be insufferable at times. Sure, he was a skilled warrior and a great asset to have while traveling. But his selflessness and general need to do good sometimes drove Astarion to madness. 

Which is why he can’t bring himself to be surprised when Halsin insists on the group of companions celebrating the winter solstice. Apparently it’s a tradition for the druids back at the grove. Halsin’s eyes were alight with a sickening joy as he described the celebrations, which included trading gifts with friends and family. 

Astarion admits, though, he rather enjoys winter. Especially now that he gets to spend it with you. He loves the way the snow settles in your hair, and the way the tip of your nose turns red with cold. And even before he was turned to a vampire, he felt a connection to the darkness of night.

But now Astarion’s very soul feels as if its in shambles. He has no idea what to get for you. In the months he’s come to know you, you never concerned yourself with material matters. He never sees you wearing jewels or even admiring them when passing shops. 

As for himself, he loves the nicer things in life. He never got the chance to have or admire such beautiful things. His life before you was dark, and it wasn’t his own. So now he collects every jewel, painting, or anything else that makes him feel even a tiny sliver of happiness. 

While he knows he could give you a rock and you’d be grateful, he still finds himself stressing over your gift. You’ve given him a freedom he never thought he could possess. How can he even begin to show his appreciation for getting to live a life with you? 

He finds time to brainstorm a couple nights before the solstice. He forces his mind to examine every conversation he’s had with you over the past few weeks, searching for any sort of clue as to what you may want. But of course, he’s barely had any time to talk with you at all. You’ve been working yourself to exhaustion with rebuilding Baldur’s Gate and making sure every citizen doesn’t go without. 

The thought hits him then, one of the best things he could do to help you find a bit of peace in the chaos of your life.

The light from the fireplace casts a warm glow over the small space. A stack of thick books sits on the floor next to a set of cushions and a blanket. The sight fills you with warmth. 

Astarion motions for you to take a seat, and you plop yourself down on one of the cushions, hands instinctively going to trace the edges of the books. A smile begins to grow on your lips. 

You hear a pop next to you, and turn to see Astarion pouring you a generous glass of wine. Your throat begins to tighten with gratitude as he hands you the drink, looking at you as if you're the only star dotting the night sky. 

“I’ll be nearby if you need a refill,” he tells you with a wink. “Take this night for yourself. I see how hard you’ve been working. You deserve some time to rest your soul.” 

You reach for his hand, and as soon as his fingers lace with yours you pull him down and press a deep kiss to his lips.

"I can't thank you enough for this," you tell him, admiring the way the light of the fire highlights his features.

A wicked grin pulls at his lips. "You can thank me later, darling. I'm sure you'll be wanting to act through some of the scenes in these books."

Heat cascades down your cheeks. Astarion kisses you softly before leaving you to enjoy the quiet.