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✩ BALDUR'S GATE ✩

Halsin

♡ headcanons ♡

Halsin in love (fluff headcanons)

Little things that would make halsin fall for you harder (fluff headcanons)

Lovesick Halsin (fluff headcanons)

Halsin x shy!virgin (smut headcanons)

Halsin x you (smut&fluff headcanons)

Halsin x shy!insecure!reader (smut&fluff headcanons)

Love smitten Halsin x oblivious Tav (fluff headcanons)

Jealous Halsin (headcanons)

♡ short-stories ♡

Scent of Seduction (short-story) (smut&fluff)

Hot and bothered (short-story) (smut&fluff)

Halsin longing for you (your scent makes him forget himself) (smut)

Halsin little distraction (short-story) (shameless smut)

♡ others ♡

Halsin x you by the lake (smut scenario)

Halsin teaching you how to kiss (fluff, halsin x shy tav scenario)

Halsin giving Tav wooden duck, and her returning the favour (little headcanon)

Apologising on their knees (gale☆astarion☆halsin)

Halstarion (halsin x astarion)

Halsin x Astarion (smut&fluff headcanons)

For the strongest, a hard claim (short story) (sub-halsin smut)

Astarion

♡ headcanons ♡

Lovesick Astarion (fluff headcanons)

Astarion comforting you when you're sad (headcanons)

Little things that would make astarion fall harder for you (fluff headcanons)

Astarion x shy!virgin (smut headcanons)

Random thoughts of being with astarion (a little bit angsty headcanons)

Jealous Astarion (headcanons)

Astarion x selfless reader (headcanons)

♡ others ♡

Apologising on their knees (gale☆astarion☆halsin)

Gale

♡ headcanons ♡

Quiet nights spent with Gale (fluff headcanons)

Gale helping the reader with addiction (headcanons)

Lovesick Gale (fluff headcanons)

Domestic bliss with Gale (fluff headcanons)

Little things that would make Gale fall harder for you (fluff headcanons)

Gale as your husband (fluff)

Jealous Gale (headcanons)

Gale x selfless reader (headcanons)

♡ short-stories ♡

Starry nights belong to lovers (short-story) (longing) (smut&angst)

Gale x shy virgin (fluff)

Halloween with Gale

♡ others ♡

Tormenting Gale.... (smut scenario) (gale soft sub)

Apologising on their knees (gale☆astarion☆halsin)

How your lover would grieve you (angst headcanons) (astarion,gale,halsin,wyll)

bg3 (as a whole party)

Beach-day (headcanons)

✩HARRY POTTER✩

Tom Riddle

When Tom Riddle is attracted to you (headcanons)

Yule Ball with Tom Riddle (headcanons)

Nights with Tom Riddle (headcanons)

Tom Riddle as your professor (headcanons)

Tom Riddle as your husband (headcanons)

Tom Riddle in love (headcanons)

Tom Riddle x soft crybaby (headcanons)

Tom Riddle x Evil!Reader (headcanons)

Creature of the night (smut short-story) (manipulative tom)

Draco Malfoy

When Draco Malfoy has a crush on you (headcanons)

My favourite Draco (headcanons)

Draco x Harry (fluffy headcanons)

George Weasley

When George Weasley has a crush on you (headcanons)

George Weasley as ur boyfriend (headcanons)

Fred Weasley

Fred Weasley as your husband (headcanons)

James Potter

When James has a crush on you

The marauders

The marauders friendship dynamic (headcanons)

✩HOGWARTS LEGACY✩

Sebastian Sallow

Yule Ball with Sebastian Sallow (headcanons)

Sebastian as your boyfriend (headcanons)

Sebastian as your husband (headcanons)

How to win over Sebastian Sallow (headcanons)

Jealous Sebastian Sallow (small, fluffy headcanons)

Academic Rivals with Sebastian Sallow (headcanons)

Breaking up with Sebastian (headcanons)

Ominis Gaunt

When Ominis has a crush on you (headcanons)

Ominis as your boyfriend (headcanons)

Ominis as your husband (headcanons)

How to win over Ominis (headcanons)

Breaking up with Ominis (headcanons)

Garreth Weasley

When Garreth has a crush on you (headcanons)

Slytherin trio (you x sebastian x ominis)

Slytherin trio dynamics (headcannons)

Ominis x Sebastian having a crush on you (headcanons)

(mc x ominis x sebastian x poppy x natsai x garreth x amit)

HL friends-group dynamics

HL friend-group dynamics (drunk-edition)

✩JJK✩

Kento Nanami

When Nanami has a crush on you (fluff headcanons)

Nanami as your lover (fluff, smut headcanons)

Nanami in bed

Nanami as Your Husband

Gojo

When Gojo has a crush on you (fluff headcanons)

Sukuna

Sukuna Halloween Boyfriend headcanons (rather smuty)

✩HOTD✩

Aemond

Aemond headcanons (modern, and vey random)

When Aemond has a crush on you (modern headcanons)

Aemond as your boyfriend (modern headcanons)

✩OTHERS✩

When Remmick is in Love (sinners movie headcanons)

When father jud duplenticy is in love with you (knives out headcanons)

sometimes I wonder what ominis would be like if he was jealous? I feel like he would be confident in himself that he doesn’t worry about OC leaving him but he worries if he’s enough or if OC would leave him cause of his family. I also wonder if Garreth would get jealous or if he’s oblivious to his surroundings.

thank you!

so, about your questions I have something in mind....

about Ominis

well, everyone can get jealous from time to time — even ominis. but he tries to keep it to himself, as some part of him believes it’s ridiculous to feel that way. so yeah, he’s pretty confident overall

however, his confidence has its weak points

one of them is his family. ominis might worry that because of them you could turn away from him, that you wouldn’t want to carry the whole package that comes with him and his bloodline. but the two of you would talk about it (a lot), and eventually work through it <3

it’s not so easy when it comes to his other weak point: his blindness. he doesn’t want to talk about it — hell, he doesn’t even want you to know how lacking he sometimes feels because of it (which, of course, he shouldn’t). it’s hard to break down this particular wall of his, especially when it comes to you. there are so many better people to be with you, he thinks. but if you show him that you don’t want anyone else, and that he isn’t lacking — which takes a lot of talks, gestures, and overall healing — he’s devoted to you for eternity

literally, like there’s no one else but you after

about Garreth

ha!

i can picture him being jealous, but for all the wrong reasons. it would stay pent up inside him until he finally blurts out something like, “do you still love me?” completely out of the blue, while leaning against a wall and checking the hem of his scarf with a bit too much focus. like yeah, mister nonchalant — it’s not like you’ve been crazy jealous for the past two months just because you laughed at one of your “popular” classmate’s jokes

my little headcanons from “ knives out”

so devastating!

prays a lot about it and tries to resist the temptation, but your image blurs with that of the mighty one

it scares him to the core

tries to ignore you, and it’s really painful for him: not to look at you, not to smile when he sees you entering the church

so he prays even more, his knees sore

and he boxes a lot out in the shed, until he can’t lift his arms anymore, panting

but you never leave his mind, not really

in shambles every time you try to get closer

because it would be so easy to give in, too easy

in the dead of night he touches himself thinking about you; he is a healthy man after all, but every time he finishes with your name on his lips he feels guilty, and it gnaws at him

still, he can’t stop himself and does it almost every night

on bad nights he may even cry afterward, because he suddenly feels lonelier than ever… but praying helps, at least a little

he wonders when he fell in love with you — was there an exact moment? maybe he could have stopped it if only he knew, he wonders

tries to convince himself he could have prevented it somehow, but some tiny, little voice in his head tells him he couldn’t, and truly — he would never change it, even if he could go back in time

because how could he?

how could he not approach you then, when you so desperately needed his guidance?

so he yearns for you endlessly and quietly

he yearns for you during mass, and his heart flutters dangerously when you enter the church

he yearns for you when you take the holy spirit from his trembling fingers

he yearns for you when he listens to you confessing your sins — and when they get… well, very intimate; he is flushed and grateful for the darkness shrouding the confessional

(mons.) jefferson could tell him about his most wicked masturbations and wouldn’t get a reaction out of him, but a couple of your words are enough to make him lose his mind

he yearns for you every time he sees you outside the church in more casual settings, thinking how easy it would be

he yearns, because you are so close, but at the same time you couldn’t be further away

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The way you write Halsin is literally a chefs kiss

stop it or I'm going to blush!

but really, it's so nice to find another halsin enjoyer, I'm glad

and thank you for your lovely comment, it gives me life

hi! that was a hard one, but i hope i did it some justice, i had to, your message was so lovely (thanks)

Gale helping the reader with addiction

at first, he would simply observe you (he just does)

although his emotions can sometimes get in the way of seeing things as they truly are, let’s not forget he’s a rather bright fellow

he would connect the dots fairly quickly

the realisation would make him unexpectedly, deeply sad

at first, he wouldn’t quite be able to wrap his head around it. He’d think about it constantly, observing you even more closely than before (if that’s even possible)

starts making up silly excuses to be around you — asking you to help him cook, stopping by your tent because he’s certain he left something there (smug!), almost insisting on accompanying you everywhere you go, and looking genuinely disappointed if you don’t want him in your party for the day

and maybe — just maybe — he’s doing all this to keep an eye on you, yes, but even more so to keep you distracted

he would beat around the bush, gently steering conversations toward the topic as tactfully as he can. but gods, it’s hard for him

when you open up to him on your own, something heavy in his chest finally lifts — as if Gale can, at last, take a proper breath

if you’re harder to crack, he would dwell and dwell, make a fool of himself in the process, and then dwell some more. eventually, he gathers the courage to carefully point out your addiction

chooses his words with great care, and they’re painfully sincere — all he wants is to help you, in whatever way you’ll allow

keeps you busy whenever he can, encourages you to lean on him in times of need — even in the middle of the night, hungry or wounded. he’s there for you, and he makes sure you know it

gently encourages you to take small steps toward stopping whatever it is you’re taking or doing

never judges.

solemnly promises that he will stay with you for the entire journey — if only you’ll let him

makes you hearty soups

rambles about gods-know-what just to keep your mind preoccupied

is endlessly patient and calm in moments of crisis. you could say he becomes your anchor in the storm. you could tell him the worst things imaginable and still fail to provoke a reaction

which only makes you more angry and frustrated — maybe you even lash out physically, show himself in a bad light one way or another

but when the storm finally passes, you’re in his arms, crying into his shoulder. he pats your back, murmuring soft reassurances.

and then he smiles — and it’s like sunshine piercing through the dark clouds

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headcanons

Remus

Teaches the boys before exams and somehow explains things clearer than any professor

Quiet until he isn’t (his one-liners cut like a knife)

17 years old, but spiritually a grumpy 40-year-old man with a back pain

Usually the reasonable one, but he’s not above getting his hands dirty when the situation calls for it

Smokes cigs like a dragon

Sirius

Only smokes because Remus does, but will physically die before admitting it

Has a terrifying talent for saying something brilliant and dumb at the same exact time

Loves chaos. Is chaos.

Handsome and weaponizes it. Claims Professor McGonagall once blushed at him. No one can prove it but he insists

That friend who agrees to literally anything. Armed robbery? Simple broom ride? Summoning a demon? Hell yeah, he's in

James is the light of his soul

Opens a textbook maybe twice a year and still passes

James

One of those rare people who genuinely thrives at school

Charismatic, easy to like, easy to follow

A bit rebellious but all the teachers secretly adore him. “He’s a good kid!” they say, while taking points from Gryffindor for blowing something up

Sirius is his person. No questions asked. Soulmate, brother, brain cell partner

Extremely kind and wants everyone included… except the Slytherins, then his kindness transform into cruelty almost (I'm looking at you Snivellus)

Talks about Lily more than anyone wants to hear. It doesn’t bother him

Needs activity. If he’s not flying or moving, he will combust

Mostly loud and cheerful, but when Remus opens up, James turns serious and keeps every word to himself

Peter

Just genuinely excited to be here

Laughs at every joke, even the dumb ones (Sirius loves to crack him up)

Weirdly useful. Turns into a rat and can break into ANYWHERE. The reason 70% of their pranks work

Would do anything James would ask him to

First to fall asleep on Friday nights in the dorm

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it's halloween folks!

would enchant talking pumpkins just to see you smile

every corner of your space would be filled with candles, red leaves, and all the cozy autumn décor he can find. “The proper Halloween ambience is paramount,” he insists, finger wagging dramatically toward the fireplace, blankets, and eerie stacks of books ready for spooky reading - perfection

the chill gives him an excuse to hold you tighter, acting adorably clingy just to keep warm...

will read you creepy stories by candlelight, using magical illusions to make the shadows move around the room

he's all in on pumpkin spice lattes (!)

about costumes... most  of the time, he’d pick something niche and intellectual from one of his books, and no one would get the reference (maybe just you, and every time you guess right he loves you even more)

but if things would go into your bedroom... let me just say if you coax him just right, he’d agree to something a little naughty and playful—and oh, what a sight it is. picture him in a black cat costume: sleek leather details, a sweet tail, bright red with embarrassment, internally wanting to hide his face, yet utterly captivated when he sees the spark in your eye

tease him a little, set the mood, and he slowly unfurls like a beautiful, bashful flower. roleplaying? he discovers he secretly loves it. with the right encouragement, he might even fully embrace the cringe—archiving himself as a little cat for your amusement (and having the time of his life at that!)

warning (!) all that might lead to one of the roughest and animalistic sex you've ever had (so hot)

from that year onward, Halloween becomes one of his favourite memories, an excuse for over-the-top costumes, playful roleplaying, and a lot of coziness. Halloween is not the same when you're not around! <3

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it's this time of the year....

he lives for this time of the year—halloween spirit gets him even more riled up than usual you see...

steals candy from the trick-or-treat bowl “for you,” but really just eats it all himself while smirking at your annoyance

haunted houses are a game for him—he’ll mock the actors, grab your hand tight when you flinch, and whisper filthy and absolutely scandalous (!) things in your ear in the dark

laughs at everything pumpkin spice

horror marathons are given (!) you two binge slashers together, his hand casually sprawled somewhere on your body—thigh, waist, chest, wherever he feels like (makes it hard to focus sometimes, especially when he start to massage your thigh, going higher and higher...). laughs at the gore, smirk at your reactions during jumpscares (you are so sweet—he thinks)

and it always leads to some wild, sweaty sex (with sprinkle of kink)

if you beg him the right way, he’ll dress up as your favourite slasher villain—just to tease the life out of you (so hot)

nothing makes him harder than seeing you dressed in some filthy little Halloween costume. an evil witch? a helpless cheerleader? doesn’t matter—he’s obsessed

honestly, it’s a coin toss if he even lasts until the end of a Halloween party without dragging you into a dark corner and taking what’s his

later at home, he can’t shut up about how insanely hot you looked, how badly you drive him crazy, and the sex is crazy that nigh, and endless

will say "trick or treat" in the most lewd way at least twice that night

and, of course, bonus: he gets a kick out of scaring kids you pass on the street, grinning wide when they scream

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enjoy ♡

he would fall for it immediately, utterly charmed, a little surprised even, because not many people are like that

amazed, he’d want to do the same for you—help whenever he can, return the favour, if you will

in fact, you could say he’d become eager to help...

grows a few inches taller every time he can land you a hand, especially if it’s something “manly”

once he helps you with some heavy logs. when you’re watching him carry them to the campfire, he stumbles on flat ground or drops one on his big toe. “Nothing to worry about,” he says with a wave of his hand… but really, there’s already a bruise forming under the nail

he's like this because he really wants to look good in your eyes—because he sees you as someone kind, a light in the situation you’re all in

your selflessness, your help, brightens his gloomy days

and it definitely gets him thinking… and thinking...and thinking...oh, he might be in love

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his little dead heart, twisted as it is, still beats with romance you see... sings to you softly, writes songs about you — two, three… perhaps many

dances with you often, sweeping you into his arms with vigour. other times, when you dance alone, he claps encouragingly, with a sly grin on his face, eyes gleaming — teasing, adoring

sometimes, when he feels a certain way, he rests his head on your thighs, telling you tales of old Ireland. in those rare moments, he does not smile. his gaze drifts far away, his eyes holding centuries, and you don’t know why, but it’s one of the saddest sights you’ve ever seen

when remmick speaks to you? it feels as though his voice reaches deep into some forgotten part of your soul, awakening something old and hidden. he really has his way with words, and they touch you every single time

watchful, observant, but carrying himself at ease at the same time. sometimes it’s hard to see what’s going on in his head (which is part of the spell if you ask me..)

well, all his cool vanishes when you two are apart. he loses himself completely, especially if the day tears you from him. he aches — the yearning is wild, restless, almost unbearable

despises separation, truly hates it when you leave. he would rather you stayed by his side always. please stay, please stay — he can’t lose yet another thing he holds dear

when reunited, he holds you close for a long time, face buried in your neck, breathing you in. oh, god

knows when your heart is heavy, he just knows. always. and he will do everything he can — with charm, with wit, with tenderness — to draw a smile from you

he laughs at most things, never taking life too seriously… except when it comes to you. when he met you, he discovered he could still care for something more than dreams of the past

a traveller, an adventurer’s spirit trapped in the cage of his own body. he longs to show you the wonders of the world, and if you desire it, he will lead you anywhere — even to hell’s gate

gathers wildflowers for you wherever he goes, arranging them carefully into thoughtful, beautiful bouquets. he presents them with a gallant bow (and that fucking smirk of his)

you press the flowers close, wishing you could keep them forever

speaking of forever… if you are mortal, he cannot allow it to last. whether you wish it or not, he would turn you. perhaps not immediately — but in the end, he could not endure the thought of eternity without you, and he wants to taste you so so much... even if you hated him for it, he would rather face your hatred than your grave

would be very gentle when turning you, despite the fact that the taste of your lovely blood makes him go crazy

compliments you endlessly, with words and with glances that leave no doubt of his devotion. there is love in those eyes, pure adoration, he kisses the path you walk on

very playful overall — in love, in life... in bed, where he shifts easily between treating you like the highest goddess or like a sinner, depending only on your whispered command

and how many times has he led you into dark waters under the pale moonlight, both of you naked, your hand in his, his eyes reflecting the light of the moon and stars in that twisted kind of way — but it doesn’t scare you, it draws you in. his hair damp from water, his grin sharp, his grip firm — nights like this are etched into your soul for eternity (same goes for him, I believe)

you live free, and despite the fact that you are basically dead, you’ve never felt more alive

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at first? he thinks you’re pathetic. naïve. the kind of fool who doesn’t last long, the kind meant to be stepped on.

people like you were made to be used—so of course, he sees an opportunity...

he tests you. pushes. prods. a little cruel, a little cutting. treats you like an experiment, waiting to see when you’ll finally break his little lab-mouse

because it must be a facade, it must be

yet, you don’t break. you never ask for anything back. you don’t snap. you really are this selfless.

a part of him almost wants you to snap—to rage—because that would be familiar. that would prove what he already knows, but you don't. you never do.

and that baffles him. infuriates him. intrigues him.

taking advantage of your kindness slowly loses its flavour. what once tasted sweet starts to turn bitter.

but he still does it— and begins to hate himself for it (sorry darling, but I have to survive)

but something changes. against his will, he starts standing up for you. if anyone else dares to exploit you, he’s suddenly vicious. only he’s allowed to play that game.

except… it doesn’t feel like a game anymore, does it?

without meaning to, you soften him. twist something in him he thought was long dead.

he falls—not for your kindness itself, but for the way it makes him feel. worthy. wanted. human.

what he once mocked, he begins to cherish. the ways of the world are truly twisted.

you’ve undone him. defeated him with nothing but kindness. now he’s yours—kneeling, desperate, basking in your light like a starving creature that’s finally found warmth.

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