DISCLAIMER: Usual disclaimers apply.
PAIRINGS: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins/Fili
SUMMARY: They say if you can’t stand the heat, get the heck out of the kitchen. That’s exactly what Fili does.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: I finally got around to writing this plotbunny yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. This is just the setup one-shot though, the main fic is still about to be written, but I thought the establishment of prior events needed to happen in a separate fic. Here’s hoping you guys will like this enough to be interested for the rest of the story.
Oh, how tempting it is to tell Bella not to return to Thorin. How tempting it is to entreat her stay with him instead, because he would never do that to her, even in the heat of anger, and Fili is never quick to anger. How tempting it is to ask her to help him heal instead, and together they can leave and build a new life, whether here or in Esgaroth or back in the Shire.
But no, Fili cannot do that to Bella. He will not.
( Read on AO3 )
He is led, bound and blindfolded, out of the dimly-lit, nigh on claustrophobic hallways and into what Bilbo assumes is a small lift. A few more turns and a stair climb later, he’s made to stand still as the ropes around his hands are removed, followed by the blindfold. Bilbo blinks against the sudden harsh glare of the lights, squinting as he tries to refocus his sight.
The dining room, much as the rest of the house is, is as far different as possible from the space that Bilbo is being kept in. Here, it’s all polished wood and Persian rugs, marble and porcelain statues of mythological creatures and figures, and hanging from the ceiling, a crystal chandelier with a single gold dragon, about a foot long, dropped through the middle and rotating slowly from where it’s hanging, watching over the long, mahogany table. At one end of the table, dressed in a turtleneck and wearing an unreadable expression, is a ghost of Bilbo’s past.
( Read on AO3 )
Barli, first time of the archery teacher verse.
“You okay?” Bard asks, panting slightly.
Fili swallows, but nods. “Good,” he sighs, “Just…just give me a minute…” He squirms underneath Bard, groaning a little at the stretch he feels from Bard’s cock.
Bagginshield, contemporary!au, late nights writing
Heaving out a huge sigh, Bilbo plants his elbows on the table, just in front of his laptop. He rubs at his face with both hands, trying to get the sleepiness out and keep the ideas in, but the night is getting the best of him. He’s been writing non-stop all day, taking breaks only for meals and the bathroom, and it was working for him up until about two hours ago, when the flow of ideas just came to a sudden stop, as if his train of thoughts had just very suddenly lost all steam. The more he writes, the more he yawns. The words are starting to look repetitive and strange to him. He feels numb and useless, and he’d love nothing more than to escape upstairs to the comfort of his bed, sleep the rest of the early morning away and wake up to a completed manuscript.
He snorts. If only.
ayyyyyyyyyyy so i’m back home now at home (not at the condo) and i’m super sleepy, so i’m gonna get my night’s (HAHAHA IT’S MORNING) sleep first, which means i’m pausing my drabblethon countdown UNTIL I WAKE UP, which is probably only gonna be about 5 hours from now teehee, and then i’ll get back to the drabbling again later :D hope y’all are enjoying the stuff so far :)
Dwalin finally gets some time alone with his queen after the reclaiming of Erebor, and they have a long, amorous night - they have a lot of time to make up for, after all.
The Mountain is still mostly ruins, cobwebs and gold run amok, and the halls still smell of dragon and feel of fire, but it hardly matters. It is theirs again, at last, and there is much to celebrate.
And what better way to celebrate than with his Queen and without their clothes?
Stefan/Livi - Olivia is free of her servant duties and is allowed to attend a ball. She’s shy and keeps to herself until Stefan insists she share a dance with him.
She looks wonderful. She feels wonderful. It has been a long, long while since she last felt this way. And yet she cannot help but keep to herself still, as far from easy attention as possible. She cannot help but feel how much she does not belong here. She is of a simple life, with simpler tastes and simpler needs, after all.
King Stefan notwithstanding, of course.
Gormitage, Soulmate AU. Could be each other names written on their hands/wrists or a countdown clock until they meet etc.
“Do you remember when it ended?” Dean asks, watching the progress of Richard’s finger as it takes up its habit of lazily tracing along the stopped clock on Dean’s arm.
There are still spots left to leave prompts for my Valentines’ Day “24 Prompts in 24 Hours” Drabblethon! If you’ve already sent me one and have other ideas, don’t hesitate to send them, I don’t mind. :D If you’ve just come online and didn’t know about this but are interested, details are here. :D