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[just-a-little-cellist]

Hello! Could I have a head canon or drabble (which ever you feel more inspired to do/makes sense) for Sandor x Stark!fem!reader for what things might have been like if she’d gone with him when he was leaving during the Battle of the Blackwater? Thank you friend, I appreciate it! 💛🙏

(yes of course! I feel like both work so this is headcanons plus a bonus drabble x I love Sandor so always got to do the most for him! enjoy!)

(also it's been forever since I watched this show so this is definitely not accurate events for the Battle of Blackwater episode lol)

(Sandor Clegane x fem Stark reader - warnings for typical Game of Thrones stuff, slight angst but mostly fluff)

King's Landing had always been dangerous, especially for people like you and Sandor. You knew it better than anyone after the things your family had gone through at the hands of the king.

Sandor had also tasted the cruelty that Joffrey was capable of, and neither of you were keen to exacerbate it.

Which is why you'd spent months dancing around feelings for each other.

You were lucky that Joffrey had set his sights on Sansa rather than yourself, but as a Stark it was too much of a risk to openly court Sandor. No matter how badly you wanted to.

You also wouldn't dare risk causing him harm in that way. You knew any associates of yours would sooner or later be targeted by the Lannisters.

Sandor was usually your escort in the Red Keep. No doubt the king found it amusing to have his dog guarding the wolf. He was quiet and brooding, but seemed to enjoy your presence at least a little, though you couldn't be sure whether you had imagined the tension between you. Aside from that, you weren't certain of his feelings until the Battle of the Blackwater.

You were far too stubborn to allow yourself to be corralled into a safehold with the women and children.

Fortunately, Cersei didn't much care about your fate should you be caught in the consequences of the battle, so you remained in your room in the keep.

Truthfully, you were waiting for Sandor. You didn't know whether he would return or not, but you couldn't sit around and do nothing while he fought.

You busied yourself with gathering your essential belongings, in case of needing to flee in an emergency, until a blaze lit up the horizon through your window.

You just prayed that he was alright...

Your nervous pacing was enough to occupy yourself until you heard thundering footsteps from the hall. Fuck. You had no way to defend yourself if someone should come to take you, and it was far too late to hide now, and-

The door burst open.

And it was him.

He looked a little worse for wear, but mostly unharmed, and you practically threw yourself at him knowing he was alive.

Not quite registering how he froze up in surprise for a moment, you wrapped your arms around him tightly, just needing to feel him there despite the armour that stood between you. His hand moved to your shoulder as you pulled away, much gentler than you'd expected him to be.

"I'm leaving."

Your heart dropped.

"...Oh."

You blinked back the tears that were threatening to form and swallowed your pain as best you could. "Where will you go?"

"Anywhere. Anywhere's better than this fuckin' city."

You nodded and looked down, not knowing what else to say without betraying your feelings.

"Little wolf." His fingers hooked under your chin to make you look up at him, with eyes clouded by tears. "You'd miss an old dog that much?"

Your voice seemed to shrink as a tear rolled down your cheek. "I just... I don't want you to go..."

Sandor brushed it away with his thumb and smiled, almost imperceptibly, but it was there. "Do you really think I'd leave you to the lions? You're coming with me."

In that moment, Sandor felt he could live in the way your eyes brightened.

"You really mean that?"

"Get your things. I'm not staying here long enough for them to find us."

You grabbed your bag of essentials that was already lying on your bed, breathing out a laugh and shrugging when Sandor raised an eyebrow at your preparedness.

"Maybe I was hoping you'd come back for me."

"Always will, little wolf."

The gentle feeling of your lips against his cheek sent warmth through his body, and Sandor was determined to not let you out of his sight again if this was the reward.

[just-a-little-cellist]

!!Update on requests!! - Closed temporarily

hi guys! just letting you all know that I'm closing requests for a bit while I get caught up :) I've got a whole lot in my inbox at the moment, and thank you to anyone that's put in a request for your patience. I promise I will get around to writing everything, even if it takes a while!

thanks everyone, have a great day :D

[just-a-little-cellist]

Hello!

So this request is a little more serious, but could you write about Thorins company (platonic) or just Fíli (romantic) finfing out about readers past with really bad mental health?

For example depression or ED's

But I totally get if youre uncomfortable with this so dw

(of course! I've written this with depression in mind just because that's what I have experience with but feel free to request again if you want one specific to EDs - I've done Fili but also there's some bonus headcanons for the whole company at the end :) I hope this can be a comfort to anyone struggling with mental health - don't be afraid to reach out if you need anything!)

(Fili x gender neutral reader, platonic Thorin's Company x reader - warnings for discussion of mental health, depression etc)

Fili is pretty observant, especially when he's in a relationship with you. You're his One after all, and he wants nothing more than to keep you happy.

So he immediately catches on when he notices you seem more lethargic than usual, your smile is a little less bright, and you start struggling with things that are normally second nature to you.

He's never one to push if you don't feel like talking, but he'll encourage you to share with him as soon as he realises something is off.

When you decide to tell him about your past issues with mental health, he listens patiently, and his heart breaks when he understands the extent of what you've been through.

Fili hates the thought of you experiencing that kind of pain, but even more than that he hates the idea that there isn't much he can do to help sometimes.

You reassure him that in dark times, just being there for you can help. There might not be any way for him to lift the negative thoughts from your mind, but knowing he's there to support you helps take some of the weight off.

He quickly learns the signs of your mood dropping, and will do his best to make you laugh or just smile more on those days. He loves hearing you laugh anyway, and he happens to be pretty good at causing it, but the sound is even sweeter when he knows he's pulled you out of a rough patch. Even if it's just for a moment.

If that doesn't work and you keep dropping, he makes sure you eat and rest well, and makes sure you don't keep yourself isolated. Those days he'll often sit beside you and tell you stories about him and his brother. He knows you might not have the energy to pay attention much, but he can tell him talking helps to ground you a little more.

Fili also learns to recognize any of your triggers, and will do anything in his power to help you avoid them. If you can't avoid them, then he'll try to distract you from it.

Discussions of mental health amongst the dwarves are not particularly common, so your struggles are somewhat foreign to him at first, but Fili is always willing to be patient if it helps you.

He's there for every step of your healing journey, regardless of how many times you might fall behind, or relapse, or anything else. He's there to help you pick up the pieces and keep moving, and will be nothing less than encouraging and uplifting.

Bonus: Company headcanons :)

The company have mixed reactions to finding out about your mental health history. Again, their knowledge of mental health as a whole is limited, so they aren't sure how to approach it at all.

However, they all care about your wellbeing, even more so knowing how much Fili cares for you, so they'll do their best.

A few of them are much more in touch with their emotions, and so they read you well and help out with small gestures.

Dori will bring you tea if he notices you seeming off. Balin will always offer a listening ear should you need someone to vent to. Bofur has got making you laugh down to a fine science. Gandalf will notice you getting lost in your own head and send smoke rings in your direction, which always somehow morph into animated wisps of your favourite animals.

The rest of the company are not as well versed in comfort, but they'll still show they care. Albeit with much less grace.

One of them will always bring you some food at dinner, not accepting no for an answer and only grunting in response when you thank them. If you look even slightly cold then there are at least three dwarves grumbling and handing you a cloak. Thorin also ensures that you take enough breaks, even if you insist that you're ok.

None of them really know what they're doing, and it's definitely a learning curve, but they look after their own. And you're one of the company.

[just-a-little-cellist]

Hello there! I just came across your page and was wondering if I could get headcanons for Darth Maul and female that includes NSFW? I am trying to find as much Darth Maul content as I can cause I am currently crushing on the guy(and his actor, Ray Park)

(YES my first Maul ask! currently hyperfixating on him so you're in luck! since you didn't specify much I let the inspo flow and ended up doing a sorta first kiss scenario + some general NSFW, if you'd like me to expand on any of this or do anything different then feel free to send me another ask! enjoy :D)

(Darth Maul x fem (AFAB) reader - Maul being a little angsty but mostly fluff in the first half, NSFW labelled)

In the early stages of your relationship, before you become romantically involved, Maul spends a lot of time observing you. Just moving across a room brings the sensation of blazing eyes following your steps, and he makes little effort to hide it either.

It isn't clear whether he watches out of suspicion or curiosity. But you know he sees the shiver go through you every time you lock eyes with his intense stare.

He also doesn't speak much, which doesn't make it easier.

(Not that he'd ever admit it, to you or himself, but he prefers listening to you talk. He finds himself lost in the stories you tell and the emotion in your voice.)

He may resist your efforts to get close to him, even staying resistant to you once your relationship has been established, but he does want and need to experience genuine care. He's just not sure how to accept it.

The first time you gather your nerves and reach out to touch him, before any romantic advances had been made, he pulls away like he's been burned.

Almost all of the touch he's received before has been violent and painful. This is foreign, and he doesn't know what to do.

His expression is unreadable, and he storms away soon after, leaving you wondering if you'd overstepped and if this would finally be what tips his patience.

You don't have to wonder long though.

He enters the room that you're stood in silently enough that you only notice him when you turn around.

Maul stares down at you, his body far closer to you than you expected, and you fumble with your words when he doesn't say anything.

"HI! Uh... I'm really sorry if I overstepped earlier. It wasn't appropriate of me and I promise I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable I just-"

You trail off when the Zabrak slowly takes your hand.

He's... unusually careful, for someone so frequently fuelled by anger. He's gentle, and unsure, like he thinks you'll bolt at any moment.

His eyes stay locked with yours as he slowly lifts your hand up and, seeing no sign of fear or reluctance, places your palm against his face.

The contact is barely there, Maul clearly not certain what move to make from here. It's sweet, you think, that such an imposing figure would be so timid in receiving affection.

You smile softly, pleasantly surprised as your apprehension dissolves, and gently brush your thumb over his cheekbone. His eyes close, just for a moment, and he leans into the touch ever so slightly.

"Forgive me for earlier," he murmurs. "This is... new."

"That's ok, I can be patient."

He stares at you for a moment longer, trying to see if there is any motive beyond your sweet smile, but finds nothing but fondness.

"You have entranced me, starlight."

His eyes flicker down to your lips with longing in his eyes and, not one to miss an opportunity, you lean forward and kiss him softly.

Maul is stiff at first but, just as you're about to pull away, he melts into it. His hands slide up to your waist as your arms move up around his neck, and he hums approvingly at the feeling.

He only pulls back once he feels you smile against him.

Clearly feeling defensive and a little vulnerable, he looks at you questioningly.

"Sorry, it's nothing! I just-" You look at him and gather your thoughts. "I'm just glad you don't actually hate me."

"You thought I hated you?"

"I wasn't sure... you don't exactly make it easy to tell you know!"

He chuckles when you playfully swat at his arm.

"I could never hate you, starlight."

~ NSFW below <3 ~

Maul is not used to being vulnerable, in any scenario, so in the beginning he reverts to what he is used to: control.

He is exclusively dominant the first few times you have sex because that's what he thinks he's supposed to be.

He can focus on the way your lips part, the sounds you make, the feeling of your nails digging into his shoulders as you cling onto him.

It's your vulnerability, not his. It will take him time to feel comfortable enough for you to take the reins.

Soon into your relationship, you mumble a quiet plea and urge him to sit against the headboard. You straddle his lap and kiss him softly, but with so much passion that he stops breathing, and slowly sink down onto his cock.

This time it's him clinging onto you, and he swears nothing has ever felt better.

Maul is certainly a switch.

He has days where he feels such a primal need to possess you, to claim you.

It's days like this you find yourself on your knees, face pressed into the mattress while he fucks you from behind. His claws dig into your hips, making sure to leave marks, and his teeth are sunk into the soft skin of your neck.

(Invest in some high collars.)

However, when Maul feels the weight of the galaxy on his shoulders, he needs you to make the decisions.

He's resistant at first, not believing he deserves it, but he needs you to praise him. He has no preference for whether you're rough or gentle, but he needs to know he's being good for you.

He's also surprisingly obedient. To him, giving himself over is a show of trust, and maker knows you've already fought hard enough to gain his.

The fastest way for Maul to enter subspace, he has found, is with his head between your legs.

Just say the word and his tongue is pressed to your clit, so eager to draw pretty moans from you.

He can get lost in his task so easily, entranced by the sound and taste of you, not even realising that he's overstimulating you until your hands tug at his horns.

Gazing up at you with dilated pupils, already floating in his headspace and seeming almost distressed that you'd pull him away, it's too easy to indulge him and let him keep going.

At the end of a session with him, you always insist on aftercare. Once again, it's something he struggles to acknowledge his need for, but the first time you clean him up with so much care, murmuring how well he did, and guide him to curl up beside you, he couldn't imagine ever turning it down.

He's also getting more used to giving you aftercare when he's been domming. It was a struggle to know what you needed from him at first, but he's better at being careful when he cleans up any scratches you might have, at praising you, and at accepting the way you wrap your arms around his waist as soon as he lays down beside you.

Like many things with Maul, it takes patience before you can see the true him, but it's worth the effort.

And when he lays in bed with you tucked into his side, smiling contentedly, he's never felt so lucky.

[just-a-little-cellist]

Hi,

could you write a Hannibal headcannon, where he meets his soulmate at an FBI crime scene.You have to touch your soulmate in order to see colour?

(oh I love the idea of Hannibal with a soulmate au, his reactions would be so interesting! hope you enjoy!)

(Hannibal x gender neutral reader - Hannibal is his own warning)

Hannibal discovers his soulmate in... interesting circumstances. Not the perfect meeting by any means, but the universe has its ways.

He'd never made an effort to seek his soulmate out, more than content to live in black and white forever if necessary, but once he meets you he wonders how he could ever have existed without you.

Hannibal had seen you before, he thought, in passing in one of the many corridors full of bustling FBI agents.

You had caught his eye once or twice before, for reasons he couldn't quite place. Obviously you were attractive, but that wasn't usually enough to sway his attention.

Either way, he nodded in recognition when Jack brought you along to the scene. Jack mentioned that you had only just been reassigned to the Chesapeake Ripper case and, while you had obviously done your background research, being present at a scene would be a very different experience.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Doctor Lecter. I've heard a lot about you."

You extended your hand in greeting. Hannibal shook your hand and was about to reply, but had to pause for a moment as he looked into your eyes.

Your eyes, that were suddenly full of colour.

From the way your expression shifted, you were experiencing the same thing.

He was pulled out of his momentary shock when you retracted your hand, schooling your face into neutrality once again.

"The pleasure is all mine. I hope I can be of assistance."

Jack soon ushered you both over to the thick of the crime scene, not willing to spend more time than necessary on introductions.

You were clearly trying to push thoughts of meeting your soulmate aside, focusing on doing your job for the moment until you had a spare minute to process.

Hannibal, however, was not able to do the same. He didn't particularly need to focus though, only appear as if he was. The details of this murder were not exactly foreign to him.

Soulmates were not a unknown concept. He was fully aware that they existed, but doubted that he himself would ever have one. Or, even if he did have one, he doubted he would ever be fortunate enough to meet them.

It was also not the most ideal scenario. He had no plans to cease his 'work', but presumably spending time with an FBI agent would make it much more difficult.

He supposed he would just have to figure it out.

His role today was simple, and something he had perfected by this point. Give a slightly vague profile that would keep the FBI on the trail, leading so close but not quite all the way to him, and then act disappointed when there were no traceable leads to be found.

While Jack still seemed satisfied with his profile, Hannibal felt more than distracted by the musical sound of your voice in the background. You were talking to one of the photographers - Hannibal didn't even register what about - and when you briefly glanced back at him and smiled, the rest of the world seemed to vanish for a moment.

There was, as with the other Ripper cases, nothing much to be found in terms of evidence at the crime scene. Not that Hannibal would expect anything different, of course.

Though it did mean he would have to part ways with you rather sooner than he'd hoped.

While the deceased was prepared to be taken for autopsy and the agents finished clearing the rest of the scene, Hannibal watched as you approached him. Perhaps a little cautiously, but not lacking in the confidence you'd held the whole day.

"Could I borrow you for a moment, Doctor Lecter?"

"Of course."

You moved away in hopes of having a little more privacy, and apologised for your reserved introduction. You explained that you didn't want to be seen as easily distracted on your first scene in this case. You wanted to prove to Jack that it was worth having you reassigned and, now that you'd done that, you were very interested in meeting the man, not the doctor, that was your soulmate.

Hannibal understood. He was also not keen on making a fuss about his soulmate, at least not in public.

(Although, he was already considering how best to dedicate his next 'work' to you.)

You intrigued him. Clearly for good reason, if the universe had deemed you to be his perfect match, and he found himself craving the next moment with you, despite the fact that you were still stood before him.

Stood before him with that hopeful, doe-eyed expression.

Hannibal couldn't wait to truly make you his. To possess you, in every way he could.

Though that might be too strong a start.

"Perhaps I could steal your attention later tonight instead? I would love to have you over for dinner."

"That sounds wonderful!"

He took one of your hands and gently pressed his lips to the back of it, delighting in the heat that rose to your face.

"I'll look forward to it, my dear."

[just-a-little-cellist]

Can I request Commander Wolffe x reader, who's a Jedi knight and Plo Koon's former padawan? Reader is from an alien race that can turn into a giant wolf and shares a gentle nature toward the clones like their master. Reader is also an absolute fighting unit and tall (Like a gentle giant) Bonus if reader uses their enhanced sense of smell to locate things and finds Wolffe's scent most pleasant. What if reader uses their wolf form to warm up Wolffe and his brothers when they get trapped in some snow planet? (You can put fem! reader if gender has to be specific. )

(omg this is such a cute idea! also this is my first ever Star Wars piece with one of my favourite copy paste men?? so excited <33 this is also sort of a pre-relationship build up thing, so if you'd like me to do a follow up I'd be more than happy to! hope you enjoy!)

(Wolffe x gender neutral reader (can be read as platonic) - warning for brief mentions of fighting, no detail though)

His general is the one to introduce the two of you, Master Plo stating that his former padawan would be 'shadowing' until they were assigned their own battalion.

Wolffe had an immediate respect for you - your sweet smile and offer of a handshake were somewhat unusual, since many of the higher ups chose to keep their distance from the clones where they could help it, but you seemed genuine, so he returned the handshake and nodded politely.

Your introduction alone made it very clear that you had trained under Master Plo. Your temperament was very similar, with the same aura of patience, kindness and wisdom that the general had.

You also seemed eager to get to know the soldiers you were serving with, making sure to remember all of their names and asking questions about them.

The Wolfpack responded well to you, Wolffe had to admit. While he was somewhat hesitant having a new face around, it was good to see his men's morale so high.

They all seemed to trust you and your abilities. While he knew not to underestimate you, especially given your towering height, he would not be convinced completely until he saw you fight.

The first callout to battle had you buzzing with anticipation, and Wolffe watched you warily as you whispered something to the general, to which he shook his head in response.

There was no time to wonder though, as your ship soon touched down and you were thrust onto the battlefield not long after.

You didn't remember the name of the planet, but it was layered in snow, and the glow of blaster bolts and lightsabers was all that guided you in the blizzard you had landed in.

Everything was moving so quickly, and you did your best to put yourself between your men and the enemy fire wherever you could, but it soon became clear that they would overwhelm you in this weather. The more men you saw fall to the ground, the more your hope fell.

You couldn't see well enough in this form. You knew that, the general knew that. Plo Koon had told you not to shift unless it was a last resort, you had asked on the way there - though with the enemy fire now surrounding you, surely this counted?

A quick nod from him confirmed your thinking and, while your former master gave Wolffe the most warning he could, you shifted into wolf form.

It was relieving, to suddenly have your senses be so sharp when you could barely tell where you were stood seconds earlier, and you were easily able to tell where the enemy horde stood. There were stragglers in other directions, but they were soon picked off by the clones.

Your attackers were clearly startled by your transformation (reasonable enough), but their moment's hesitation was enough to allow you to spring forward and send the majority scattering with a sweep of one enormous paw. You felt your claws tear through some, and the ones left intact were swiftly finished off with your teeth. Any that were smart enough to run didn't make it far either.

The sounds of blaster fire ceased once your swift massacre had ended, and you slowly padded across the snow, lifting your nose to the air to find the only ones left were your men.

Far fewer of your men than you would've liked.

Plo Koon watched with mirth in his eyes as you approached the clones, their expressions fixed in awe, aside from Wolffe, who seemed uncharacteristically nervous.

You supposed you couldn't blame him. But still, to will him to trust you, you lay down in front of him, blood-stained muzzle pressed into the snow at his feet while he stared, perplexed, down at you.

"They are still aware in this form, Commander. You need not worry."

The comforting words from the general seemed to placate Wolffe momentarily, then he turned to you.

"We must find shelter quickly. We'll never make it back to the ship with so many injured."

You dipped your head in understanding, and gestured south. It seemed like a smudge on the horizon to the others, but you could make out the silhouettes and smell the scent of the forest enough to know it was your best option.

Not having a better choice, they agreed to follow you, and those still standing began helping up the injured clones. Seeing this, you huffed and nodded at your back.

Plo nodded in understanding. "They will carry the injured. We can move faster that way."

Wolffe, still watching you warily, started helping the others climb onto your back, not willing to waste time even in his distrust. He could ask questions later, but the general trusted you, so he could too.

Moving in this form was certainly faster, and it was not long before you were amidst a cluster of trees and helping down the clones on your back. It wasn't perfect, but you were more shielded from the blizzard.

Wolffe and the general were at the back of the pack, ensuring you weren't followed. They didn't seem confident in the condition of the men, and you tilted your head in question.

The commander looked up at you, seemingly frustrated. "We have no supplies. We'll freeze if we stay here."

You huffed in reply and padded over behind the cluster of injured clones, laying down and using your nose to nudge them closer to your fur. Some of them nestled closer to your warmth on instinct, and you looked back at Wolffe expectantly.

"You can't be serious..."

Comet in particular seemed to be happy with this arrangement though, and quickly dove into your mountain of fur beside his brothers.

Plo patted Wolffe on the shoulder and urged him to sit, humming in amusement at the look on his face as you draped your tail over the small group of clones.

You were... useful. Wolffe couldn't deny that. Useful and very, very warm.

As he drifted to sleep far faster than usual, he thought maybe he could get used to this...

[just-a-little-cellist]

Hello! I saw that your requests might be open so I figured I'd send one in! I might actually send in a couple if it's alright ;-;

Could you please write something about the Fellowship (+ Faramir, Eowyn and Eomer if possible) with a reader whose hands are always super cold and prone to frostbite? So they have to wear like 3 pairs of gloves in brisk weather just to keep their hands safe.

I have a condition called Raynaud's Syndrome where the blood vessels in my hands actually constrict in the cold so I lose circulation to my fingers if I don't wear layers of gloves and hand warmers, and I actually run the risk of losing my fingers so with colder months moving in I would love some comfort about it. Thanks so much dear, thank you and take care of yourself!

(of course it's alright! send as many requests as you want x I don't write for all of the fellowship individually (not totally confident with all their characterisation yet 😅) so I'm just going to do the ones on my character list :) I hope this is ok!)

(Includes Sam, Pippin, Aragorn, Legolas, Boromir, Faramir (separately) x gender neutral reader - no warnings, all SFW)

Sam:

Sam is constantly worrying over you the second it starts getting cold. Every 10 seconds he's checking up on you, asking if you're feeling ok, are you too cold, do you need another pair of gloves? Even if you insist that you're completely fine, he'll insist on giving you his own gloves, 'just in case', and if you're travelling then he'll fuss over you being sat close enough to the fire.

Pippin:

Pippin will make a lot of jokes about how you always seem to be cold until you explain your condition and he realises how serious it can be. He still teases you sometimes, but he's much more sensitive about it and only makes jokes once he knows you're completely fine and you've got enough layers on. (He's secretly nervous over you a lot but tries not to outwardly worry you too much.)

Aragorn:

Aragorn is more of a silent worrier than the others. Obviously he'll make sure you have everything you need to stay warm and then some, but his support is wordless. You'll often find yourself with extra gloves in your pack that you're certain you didn't put there, or with blankets covering you that definitely weren't there when you went to sleep. He doesn't fuss too much though, he trusts that you know your condition and limits far better than he does.

Legolas:

Legolas panics a little when you first explain your condition to him. Humans are just so fragile and he forgets sometimes! It means he's constantly keeping an eye on you, and will get whatever you need at the drop of a hat. He doesn't particularly feel the cold, so he will practically pile any of his spare clothes on you to keep you warm, and he doesn't sleep much, so he watches you to make sure you don't get cold in the night.

Boromir:

Boromir is a gentleman, and is definitely the type to offer his cloak as soon as he feels a chill in the air. Even if he's cold now, he assures you that he is fine and that you need it far more than he does. If you're in Gondor with him, he'll have custom gloves specially made for you to keep your hands as warm as possible. (He's also taken to carrying a spare pair around with him, just in case you should need them.)

Faramir:

Faramir, upon learning of your condition, will immediately try to learn more about it. He'll do as much research as he can and will provide whatever will help the most to assist with managing it, and if there's anything additional you suggest he leaps to get it done for you. He's also the best about comforting you if you have anxiety surrounding it, ensuring that you both know how to manage it as best you can and that he'll do anything to keep you safe.

[just-a-little-cellist]

Helloo can I get The Hobbit/Dwarves headcanons? When they fall in love with a human🍂It doesn't matter which dwarf it is, I'm honestly in love with all of them~

(ooh yes I love the idea of the dwarves with a human! since you don't mind which one I'm going to do a preference scenario with all 4 dwarves that I write for :) if you'd like me to expand on one of them then feel free to ask!)

(Includes Dwalin, Thorin, Kili, Fili (separately) x gender neutral human reader - no warnings here, all SFW fluff)

Dwalin:

You have to be very persistent with Dwalin. He is not necessarily hostile, but he's certainly bristly in the early days. He's almost frustrated with himself when he realises that he's in love with you - your relentlessness and determination to know him are irksome but they help you in wiggling your way into his heart. Once he tolerates you enough to actually pay attention to your little 'conversations' (his replies are usually grunts or single syllables), he becomes interested in you. You make him want to be more open and less gruff, he wants to put effort in, for you.

Thorin:

There's no way to sugar-coat it, Thorin is irritated by your presence at first. He's had poor experiences with humans in the past, and has little reason to trust you until you prove yourself to him. Though, if you are patient and understanding, he grows to tolerate and eventually appreciate your presence. He finds that having such a different perspective can be valuable, and looking at the world through your eyes for that moment helps to change his perspective. Thorin never envisioned himself falling for a human, but now he can't imagine being without your wit, your kindness, your smile...

He might be down bad but will deny it for a long time.

Kili:

Kili really couldn't care less about your race. He falls in love with you for you and, while he values the opinions of his kin, he doesn't believe that humans are as bad as some say. He's eager to learn about your culture, wanting to participate in whatever traditions you may have that you'd like to share with him. In return, he'd love to show you the ways of the dwarves, trusting you deeply enough to give you 'insider knowledge'.

Fili:

Fili is a little slower than his brother to trust a human, being more likely to heed his kin's warnings, but he remains open minded. His fondness for you grows gradually as he watches your routine and your habits, noting the little things that are unique to you. He also notices that you seem to have a lot more resilience than he'd given you credit for. Fili may fall for you slowly, but he falls hard.

[just-a-little-cellist]

Hiii could you write about Fíli with a very dominant and assertive Fem!partner?

And some Nsfw headcanons for that hihihi

(And maybe p3gging him🤭)

Whaaaat who said that

(yesss of course! fili needs a girlboss in his life honestly :D this is so much longer than I thought it'd be, enjoy!)

(Fili x fem reader - some NSFW marked at the end :P )

Fili, as prince under the mountain, has his fair share of responsibility. This means one of the things he values the most in a partner is their ability to be independent.

Your headstrong nature is something that draws him to you right from the start, long before he starts courting you.

The way you hold yourself with such confidence is magnetic, and when he first hears you snap at someone for disrespecting you he's practically making heart eyes.

And if you're snapping at someone to defend him? Oh boy he is gone.

While he's still finding his footing as heir, he can doubt himself occasionally, and will look to you for support once you've drilled into him that he doesn't need to bottle anything up.

He highly values your opinion, so confides in you often, and trusts you to be truthful with him regardless of the situation.

Fili loves that you know what you want and aren't afraid to ask for it. Sometimes it's nice for him to have clear instructions instead of having to be the one to decide.

(And he might not admit it readily but he'll bend over backwards to get you whatever you want.)

He truly feels as though he has an equal partnership with you. You do not rely on him entirely, just as he does not rely on you, but you are strong enough to support each other. It's a relationship he's always hoped for - one out of choice rather than necessity, and fuelled by love rather than obligation.

(If he just so happens to find your assertiveness incredibly attractive, then that's just a bonus. A bonus for you as well, since you get to watch his cheeks flush slightly pink whenever you get the chance to boss people around. :P )

🌟~NSFW~🌟

As outwardly confident and occasionally flirty as Fili may be, he'd melt into the ground if you told him to.

There's just something about your voice when you give commands. It's just... entrancing.

After a long day of important tasks and having to take authority, it's a relief for him to be able to fall apart knowing that you'll put him back together.

He's a very obedient sub most days. He has odd days where he feels like riling you up just to see how you'll react, but usually he's content to let you do as you please.

He is pliant and eager to do what you ask of him, just please tell him how good he's doing. Fili never says it out loud, but you can tell from the choked whimpers that he needs the praise.

Being the good boy that he is, he always wants to show you his appreciation - a service sub through and through. It would take a lot to pry him from between your legs and, unless you command him otherwise, he will happily stay there for hours as he drifts into subspace.

This does mean he's hesitant when you tell him you want to spoil him for a night. Not reluctant, by any means, but he often feels selfish when all the focus is on him.

Which is exactly why you decide to spoil him, knowing he deserves to be a little selfish sometimes.

He's even more hesitant when you show him the strap on you bought, but with your soothing voice explaining that it will feel wonderful, my love, I promise, he couldn't possibly turn it down.

Fili looks ethereal splayed out over the bed, teeth sinking into his lower lip and face flushed, and you wonder why you hadn't tried this sooner.

After prepping him so carefully for so long that he thinks he might combust from sheer need, you slide into him, and the gasp as he clings onto you is almost enough for you to cum on the spot.

You start at a slow pace, watching his face as he gets used to the feeling, and you're content to keep the pace slow until he pleads with a whine for you to go faster.

And who would you be to deny your prince?

He cums with a cry, and you're there to guide him through it, telling him how well he's done for you, and that he's been such a good boy. You kiss him lovingly and let him catch his breath before you gently clean him up, and you deny his attempts to return the favour, insisting that tonight was about him.

The night ends with him laying against your chest, with your fingers stroking through his hair, completely boneless and softly murmuring his thanks against your neck.

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Hiii! Can you write something about Fíli x reader when theyve kinda become bestfriends during the journey and Fíli is trying to ask reader out?? Lol idk if that makes sense

Anyway, have a good day, mwah 😙💞

(don't worry that makes perfect sense! and hey if I've missed the mark you can always request again and specify more if needed lol :) also this is wayyy longer than I thought it would be, hope you enjoy!)

(Fili x gender neutral reader - no warnings just fluff)

While his younger brother is a bit of a whirlwind when it comes to love, Fili falls slowly.

So slowly, in fact, that he doesn't even realise it's happening until he's already in too deep.

He was somewhat sceptical of you when you first joined the company. After all, he'd known the other dwarves for almost as long as he could remember and you were one of the only outsiders. However, as with Bilbo, he trusted Gandalf's judgement and his uncle's leadership instead of leaning into his doubt.

Fili did not speak with you much in the early days of the quest. He was still courteous and friendly, but while you were still new he chose to observe you.

He watched the way you helped with the ponies, the way you assisted Bombur with cooking, the way you joked with his brother, the way you offered Bilbo your cloak on particularly cold nights...

Maybe there was more to you than he gave you credit for.

Having gained his trust, he began to initiate more interactions with you. He began throwing jokes around with you and Kili to start with, just to ease into it instead of overwhelming you. Knowing you got along with his brother so well was already a good sign in his eyes, and if Kili thought you were fun to be around, then it only encouraged him to get to know you further.

So he started riding alongside you. It was a little surprising at first that he would be so interested in you, but he was genuinely curious about you. He asked about where you were from, your family, your culture, and happily answered your questions in return.

(He did worry you'd get overwhelmed if he started interrogating you though, so he backed off after a while.)

Though, after a few more days of travelling together, playful conversations and teasing jabs, it became easier for him not to overthink.

You became practically glued together soon enough. He found himself finding whatever excuse he could to keep talking to you. Soon you were no longer just riding next to each other, but he was offering to come with you to collect firewood, he'd help you tack up the ponies each morning, and he'd take watch with you.

Obviously Kili teased him relentlessly for this, but he simply denied anything going on. For a long time he thought that you made him feel so warm and light because that's just the kind of person you were, surely it was normal to want to spend time with someone like that?

And then one night, taking watch together as usual, Fili watched the way you shone in the moonlight. You noticed him looking and shot him a dazzling smile, and his heart skipped a beat.

Oh. That's what that feeling was.

To his credit, he didn't panic and retreat after this. He was determined to remain friends with you, regardless of his feelings, and knew that running from everything would only push you away.

Unfortunately for him, Fili is not quite as smooth as he believes himself to be. While he remained playful and easy going, you were able to tell that something was off with him. Of course you could! He'd become your closest friend over the last few months, it would be more surprising if you hadn't noticed.

As stubborn as ever though, he vehemently refused to admit that anything was going on.

So you decided to force this information from him.

You sat down with him one night, while the others were asleep, and told him that if he didn't tell you what was going on, then you would ask Kili. And you were fairly certain that, whatever it was, Fili would prefer you hear it from him than to have his brother hold it over his head.

And you were right. Fili knew he got enough teasing from Kili already and didn't need his brother ruining his chances.

"It's nothing bad, I promise."

You smiled and bumped his shoulder with your own. "Well that may be so, but I'd still like to know what's got you acting so strange all of a sudden."

"I..." Fili steeled his nerves and looked up at you. "I think you're amazing, Y/n-"

"Obviously."

"Hey! I'm trying to be serious here!"

"Ok, ok," you laughed. "I'm sorry, keep going."

"You know I love spending time with you, you're one of my closest friends and..." He paused again, only continuing when you nodded encouragingly. "I understand if you don't feel the same way, and I never wanted to risk our friendship. I think I have feelings for you."

His voice trailed quieter at the end, and you were almost taken aback. He was never usually so timid, could he really mean it?

"Wait, you..?"

"I'm... in love with you." At your silence he kept going. "I know this isn't the best situation for it and I don't expect you to return my feelings, but-"

He was cut off by the feeling of your lips against his.

You pulled back after a second and smiled. "Took you long enough."

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hi guys! I am back :D and REQUESTS ARE HAPPENING THIS IS NOT A DRILL i pinky promise

(UPDATE - REQUESTS CLOSED TEMPORARILY)

so..... i accidentally went on hiatus for wayyyyyyyy longer than I meant to. creativity has been difficult for the last few months but I'm trying to get back into the swing of things now! I'm sorry to anyone that sent requests in that I never got around to writing, I genuinely appreciate your support if you still read my stuff and I hope that soon I can make up for my absence :)

onto the topic of REQUESTS!! I will definitely be taking requests now, at least for a little while, so please have a look at my pinned post for rules/characters/etc and send in requests for headcanons or drabbles or both!

(I am also writing for star wars now too so have fun!)

[just-a-little-cellist]

A Kiss a Day in May

Day 12- Goodnight Kisses

Jango & The Alpha Batch

Each day this month I have a 100 word drabble featuring a different clone with a kiss prompt. Not all are romantic and they include all sorts of pairings and relationships. Feel free to offer pairing/ character suggestions for future days.

Become the Clone template they said. We’ll pay you fortunes beyond your dreams they said. You’ll get to train the best army in the galaxy they said. Well now Jango was standing at the head of a line of 100 children dressed in their pajamas, many of them holding plushies as they each stepped forward to get their goodnight kiss pressed gently into their forehead.

“Goodnight Maze, Goodnight 84, Goodnight Spar, Goodnight 99, Goodnight Spar- wait, brat go to bed! You already got your kiss. 17 no, don’t… Ugh.” Jango grumbled as 17 started brawling with Spar on the floor.

[just-a-little-cellist]

I see you're taking requests!! I'd like to request a Izzy hand x gn/male reader where the reader is oddly obsessed with Izzy's hands if that's okay? Could be sfw or NSFW, whatever your heart is more into :3

(I'm so deeply in love with Izzy you don't understand, littol rat man stole my heart so I am more than happy to write for him)

(Izzy Hands x gender neutral reader - set pre-season 2, some NSFW towards the end :P)

Izzy is an observant man, so sooner or later he will notice the unusual amount of attention you direct towards him.

How he reacts to it, though, will depend on how close you already are.

If you two are not close, he maintains his distance for a bit while he tries to figure out what's going on with you. He doesn't understand at first what your intentions are - he figures if anything that you're just intimidated by him - so he doesn't think much of it. However, after catching you staring a few times while he's working and seeing your flustered face turn away, he guesses that there's something more behind it.

As he starts finding excuses for you to help him with things, another thing he notes is that you seem most fixated on him when he's working with his hands. He catches you, just once, transfixed by the way his hands move when he shows you how to tie a particular knot for the second time.

Izzy curses himself when he finds himself making an effort to get your attention like that more, and he maybe even initiates some casual affection, like putting a hand on your shoulder or your lower back while he's talking to you.

If you two are in a relationship when he begins to notice, the teasing will start fast.

"See something you like, darlin'?"

And once he sees just how flustered it gets you, he'll find any excuse to rile you up.

He absolutely does that thing where he cups your jaw with his fingers and traces his thumb over your lips.

He'll beckon you over on deck with a crook of his fingers, and from the smirk on his face he knows the filthy thoughts that motion sparks.

If Izzy's sat next to you, there's a hand placed firmly on your thigh and, if you don't protest, his fingers will trace upwards until you're squirming in your seat.

(Sidenote: if you ask him very nicely he will absolutely wear the glove in bed.)

[just-a-little-cellist]

Hi I just saw that your requests are open! Could you write Sandor with a religious wife [faith of the seven]? Both SFW and NSFW are fine, just whatever you think of! I love your writing🫶

(ah thank you so much!! I've missed writing for Sandor so thank you for indulging me with your request :D enjoy!)

(Sandor Clegane x female reader - no warnings, all SFW :D)

Sandor is not religious himself. He's had too many difficulties with religious people in the past (mostly followers of the Lord of Light), so it might take him a while to warm up to you.

Once he sees that you're truly a good person, that your religion makes you hopeful and strong but not vulnerable, he starts to admire it. In his eyes you're pure and virtuous, which makes him worry that he isn't good enough, but with enough reassurance he might start to believe he's worthy of you.

When you start courting, he finds a seven pointed star pendant that he buys without a second thought to give to you. If he sees you wearing it he's pleasantly surprised, and if you point out how happy it makes him seem then he will absolutely get flustered.

Fancy ceremonies were never really his thing, so your wedding is almost entirely your choice. Any particular traditions that you'd like to incorporate? Give him the puppy eyes, he can never resist you when you look at him like that.

(he's definitely 100% wrapped around your little finger by the time you're in a relationship but he's in denial)

Sandor is willing to put up with almost anything if it makes you happy, and at your wedding he's too awestruck by you to really pay attention anyway.

He remains largely agnostic even after you're married, but he no longer bears the same hatred of religion.

Your commitment and faith is always going to be something he loves about you, and by being yourself in this way you encourage him to be a better person even if you don't realize.

Provided that you have a less tumultuous life than is usual in King's Landing, he starts to view the world a little more from your perspective. He finds himself going out of his way to help people, to think more carefully about his actions, and for the first time in his life Sandor has some hope for the future.

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Jigsaw Incorporated as AI generated inspirational quotes

~taken from inspirobot~

John:

Amanda:

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Lawrence:

Logan:

BONUS: Adam

[just-a-little-cellist]

did strahm ever consider just drinking all the water in the cube trap

no tracheotomy required just glug glug

[just-a-little-cellist]

Can I get Sandor Clegane and Tormund Giantsbane with a S/O who is constantly in fights and can handle themselves? They always come back with cuts and bruises but they won

(yesssss of course I love these two more than anything!! enjoy <;3)

(Sandor Clegane, Tormund Giantsbane x gender neutral reader)

Sandor:

Sandor is reassured knowing that you can hold your own - less pressure on him to protect you, especially considering how many enemies he has. However, he can't help but worry a little sometimes, even if he doesn't show it. He'd rather you keep your head down and not get in fights rather than risk being hurt, but if you're going to fight then at least you're good at it. On the occasions where your injuries are worse than usual, he'll help to patch you up, grumbling about how stupid you are the whole time (it's his way of showing love).

It also goes without saying that if you get into a fight defending him, he falls for you even harder. It's difficult to tell, but there's less cutting remarks afterwards, and if you're lucky you might get a mumbled thank you.

Tormund:

Tormund will boast about you to hell and back, and there is very little that can stop him. He's so proud of his brave warrior partner and makes sure everybody knows of your exploits - he tells your stories to anyone that will listen, as well as many that won't. If he's present when you're fighting someone, he'll step in should it look like you're about to be gravely hurt, but he trusts your skill and will usually cheer enthusiastically from the sidelines.

There are, of course, many teasing remarks made about how attractive you look covered in blood, how beautiful you are when you're angry etc., usually made when he's helping you tend to more serious injuries. Even if you don't need help afterwards, Tormund considers it an honour and an expression of love to do it for you.