#battle of five armies fix-it

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The Triumphant Return

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[distinguisheddwarffriend]

Here's the thing (don't kill me for this):

Thorin dying at the End of The Hobbit makes sense, in a tragic kind of way. He always gave his everything for his people, it is somewhat poetic that his last act of service to his people was the ultimate sacrifice. That he could find peace with.

He'd find the afterlife an actual restful place, and could take the time to face his demons & trauma. Because he would know he did all he could & gave all the had.

HOWEVER!!!!

Fili & Kili dying was pure BULLSHIT!!!!!

I don't know what possessed Tolkien (our love & saviour, no disrespect) to kill them. Extra tragedy? Pffffff

Un.nece.ssary!

Apart from how Fili would have made an AMAZING king, them dying, his CHILDREN (look me in the eyes and tell me he didn't love those two like his own sons I dare you) ruined ALL peace he would have ever had, turning the WHOLE THING into a needless tragedy, the line ending, their home regained but not for his boys.

THAT is the real crime, that those boys, who left to fight for a home they never even knew, out of loyalty and love for their uncle & surrogate father, lost their lives before actually living them.

THAT is what I will never forgive, forever deny, and why I continue reading fix-it fics like a starving person.

JOHN RONALD REUEL I have WORDS for you!!!!!!

[greeneyed-thestral]

[ummyesisthisjasongrace]

Was gonna point out that as much as I love the Thorin and Bilbo raising Frodo together trope, it doesn't make any sense because canonically Bilbo only adopted Frodo when he was already in his tweens, but then I remembered that canonically Thorin is dead and Bagginshield do not live the domestic cottagecore husband life in the Shire at all

[happypeachsludgeflower]

There’s a hobbit fanfic that’s called Shot in the Dark and istg every time I see the name I start singing it to the tune of Shot Threw the Heart by Bon Jovi

…I keep in my tabs specifically for that purpose…

[plussizefantasia]

Fluttering Heart

Fluffober Day 13: Soulmates

Kili Durin x f!human!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

AN: OMG! This has definitely been my favorite to write so far. I love Kili with my whole heart and that for sure came out while I was writing. I really want to see about making this a longer series once October ends, if anyone wants to see that leave a comment and let me know.

divider credit @royallaesthetics

The culture of the dwarves is much like their treasure, kept under lock and key. Histories, customs, and traditions all are played very close to the chest of the stubborn race. The only beings who are let in on the secret are those lucky enough to be a fated match. 

There are different names for these matches in every culture, Soulmates, true loves, twin flames. The dwarves called them Ones. To find your One was said to be the best day of your life. At least that is what Kili thought, he wouldn’t know though. He hadn’t met his yet. 

His uncle’s one had been the Hobbit, Bilibo took longer to fall than Thorin but fell just as hard if not harder than the dwarf. The two were very much in love, it was sickening. His mother’s One had been his father, and he doesn’t remember much about their time together. Fee’s One was a lovely lass that had come from the Blue Mountains to try and establish herself as a seamstress under the mountain. 

All of them had told him how wonderful finding their Ones was, even Thorin whose One was not of the race of Dwarf and thusly did not feel the same pull that he had. Thorin had to actually make Bilbo fall in love with him, which amused Kili to no end because of how much their two personalities seemed to clash. 

Kili hates spending time under the mountain now, he loves Erebor and takes pride in the fact that he was one of the brave few who had reconquered it, but everywhere he looked he saw people being happy with something he did not have. 

The feeling went much deeper than those childhood squabbles he had had with Fili when the two pebbles would play together. Jealousy over toys was easily remedied, the ache that had recently taken up residence in Kili’s heart was much more difficult to push aside or fix.

So he had taken to going for walks. He had volunteered himself too many times to be the point of contact for the King of Dale. He had told Thorin it was because he wanted to prove that he could be trusted with matters of diplomacy. He might not be next in line, but he was still a prince and could take care of these things. It was on one of these trips to Dale that Kili met the very person who would change his life.

She was of the race of men and seemed to work in one of the few taverns that housed the nightlife of the town. Kili was in a sort of informal meeting with Bard, his son Bain, and the Captain of the Guard. They were discussing a deal between the two kingdoms where Erebor would provide the army of Dale with iron-forged armor and weapons and in turn, Dale would pledge their allegiance to the kingdom under the mountain in any future battle. Kili couldn’t help but find the humor in the reversal of roles as if the company had not asked and pledged the same things five years ago. This clause was only one of the facets that made up the current peace treaty in the works. It was Kili’s idea to have the meeting in a less tense and stuffy room than they were previously held in. 

“Everybody has to eat Bard, why don’t we eat and talk at the same time? I’m sure we’d all be much more comfortable.” Bard had agreed at the behest of Bain who had laughed and reminded his father of the last time he had had a proper meal. After that, the men had embarked towards Bard’s favorite tavern. And judging by the way he had jovially called out to the man behind the bar, he was at least acquainted with the people who worked there.

Their waitress was a beautiful woman, who had skills like Kili had never seen, and he had been in a lot of taverns. She was able to carry three trays of piping hot food at the same time and at one point he had even seen her stack and move at least twelve pint glasses to a rowdier table towards the back of the establishment. And she did all this with the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. 

If only he would actually get to talk to her. The tavern was busy and she seemed to be one of the only other people working besides the man behind the bar and whoever was preparing the food to be served. She was never in the same place for a very long time. After she had gotten their initial order she had placed their pints down and immediately zipped off to fulfill the next request. 

Without the ability to actually talk to her, Kili had to settle for second-hand knowledge. “So what can you tell me about the woman who served us?” Kili asked nobody in particular.

“Why, do you fancy her?” Came Bain’s reply.

“No, but any woman that can carry that much and move that fast without wasting a drop is certainly one I want to get to know.”

“Her name is y/n, She’s apprenticed to Brant, the man who owns this tavern. She arrived in Dale a year or two ago. I think she's from Bree but she's settled here. I think she has an arrangement with him, when he finally retires the place will be hers.” Bard had explained, throwing a somewhat scolding glance at his son. Kili might be young and more carefree than his uncle but he is still a prince and Bard did not wish to offend him.

“Interesting, any idea why she left Bree? It’s quite a long journey to take on your own.” Kili asked. 

“Why don’t you ask her?” A third, much more feminine voice replied. Kili who had not seen her make her way over to their table, had nearly jumped out of his skin. The other men tried and failed to hide their amusement at his predicament. “After all, I’m sure she’d be willing to tell you as long as she didn’t catch you talking about her when she wasn’t around.” She had said all of this with a smile spread across her face and delight in her voice. Kili wasn’t really sure how she felt about his impolite inquiries, but she hadn't chased him out of the establishment with a broom yet, so he thought he was okay.

“I’ve gotten everyone else settled and thought I’d come visit the King, how are you this evening King Bard?” her attention was firmly placed on the King of Dale now, and Kili longed for her piercing gaze to once again land on him.

“I’ve told you, it’s just Bard, all of this King nonsense will just go to my head,”

“Of course King Bard.” She smirked and turned towards the rest of the men. “Anything else I can get you, gentlemen?” With a firm nod at their newest order, she spun and headed back towards the bar.

“I think I’m in love.” Kili had said under his breath. 

“I think it’ll take you much more than that to win her over.” Bain had replied, hearing Kili’s self-confession. “Every time we’re in here I see her turn down men. Granted, most of them are usually drunkards but the principle is all the same.”

Kili was certain that the fluttering in his chest and the feeling of light-headedness had to mean something. And given that both the feelings had started right after she had spoken to him, he was pretty sure he knew what it was. 

“Here you are boys, four more pints and a basket of bread, on the house.” She had placed the basket of bread and little bowls of butter and honey on the table. When she pulled her hand away it bumped into Kili and sent a wave of shocks all the way up his arm.

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Fix it for The Hobbit : Battle of The Five Armies

Thorin: I am Turing you greedily man away and ignoring you in your time of need

Bilbo: Who are you, Thranduil???

Thorin, going through the five stages of grief, the shock of being compared to Thranduil immediately kicking the goldsickness out of his body: I have changed my mind

[whispering-about-bagginshield]

We knew it was coming.

Before BOTFA came out almost eight years ago, we knew what was going to happen. The people who had read The Hobbit knew, the ones who had absorbed the information through popcultural osmosis knew... the ones who had sought out spoilers, the ones who remembered from watching LOTR that Old Bilbo had become reclusive and antisocial living in Bag End... we all knew what was going to happen in the Battle of the Five Armies...

We knew it. And yet we still showed up to the Bagginshield party. We started making fix-it fics and art before there was, technically, anything to fix. We came up with headcanons and what-ifs and AUs and consumed as much Bagginshield as possible before BOTFA was released.

And so we went to the movie knowing Thorin would succumb to the dragon sickness, knowing he would send Bilbo away in anger, knowing he would die, knowing that Bilbo would mourn him then go back to an empty home.

We knew it was coming, and we knew it was going to hurt. And man... did it hurt...

And hurt...

And hurt...

And hurt...

And hurt...

And hurt...

So we let our thoughts linger on better things, better memories. On first meetings and hugs and trust and acorns and Mithril...

And that made it hurt a little less...

And a little less...

And a little less...

And a little less...

And a little less...

And here we still are, still writing, still making art, still making fix-it-fics, still ignoring canon and having Thorin show up at the door to Bag End with Fili and Kili in tow. Still dreaming of coffee shop AUs and royal consorts and reShirement and snuggling the night away in Beorn's house...

But really, this is just to say... thank you all, my Bagginshielders, my fellows, my friends, my cousins-in-shipping-hell. Bagginshield truly is a Ship that will sail forever... even though sometimes it may feel a little like we are sailing against the wind.

[smilesrobotlover]

AO3

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Chapter 2- ten-years-old is a big deal

“There’s been three reports of a missing person in the past week.”

Zelda looked at the captain who was dropping papers on the table, her advisor and husband, Edmund, all stared blankly at the mess.

“That would make twenty-three missing persons this month, I think it’s safe to say that this is alarming, hm?”

The captain glared at Zelda’s advisor, who had been brushing off the disappearances as nothing serious. The advisor would say that disappearances happen all the time, and that there was nothing they could’ve done, but the captain was determined to persuade him. Zelda picked up a paper and skimmed over it. This was a woman who lived in Kakariko village, she just opened up her clothes shop there. She glanced at another paper, this one was about an older man, who was working at Lake Hylia. He worked on carriages, canons, or anything that needed fixing. Zelda hummed as she compared the two reports of the missing people, not finding much similarities between them.

“This is certainly alarming,” Zelda’s advisor said almost mockingly.

“Captain Hoz,” the prince consort of Hyrule started, ignoring the advisor’s rude tone, “are there any connections between these missing people that we can use to find them?”

Captain Hoz sighed and sat down. “The only connection I could find was that these people disappeared when they were traveling across Hyrule. That tailor from Kakariko? She was visiting home in Castle town. The handy man down in Lake Hylia was traveling to Gerudo desert to work on a home. The Goron from Death Mountain was heading to Zora’s domain for a vacation. None of these people were seen again.”

Zelda frowned and Edmund sighed. That sounded about right considering the other twenty reports sitting on her desk.

“This is tragic for sure,” the advisor said rather indifferently, “but what do you expect us to do about it?”

Hoz looked at him with disgust. “We look for these people of course! And find who’s responsible!”

“We do not have the resources to search for these people. We’re busy enough providing food and other necessities for our citizens,” the advisor stated, looking bored.

“If we don’t do something then we won’t have citizens to take care of! We need to save these people!” Captain Hoz rebutted.

“And who will save them? Hm? The hero of Hyrule? He’s been very useful lately,” the advisor said sarcastically, giving Zelda a look that made her skin crawl.

“The knights of Hyrule will save them! That’s why we exist!”

Zelda heard Edmund snort a little and she cringed internally. He was the second prince of Labrynna, a kingdom that was known for its military. Though he didn’t lead the army, he was involved with the battles Labrynna had, until the arranged marriage happened. When he came to Hyrule, he was unimpressed with the cowards that called themselves knights here. Some of the men, like Captain Hoz, took their jobs seriously, but they were so scarce that it didn’t make a difference. Captain Hoz glared at Edmund and stood back up.

“I’ve been training my men vigorously, your highness, I promise you, we can save these people.”

Edmund rolled his eyes. “Have your men faced terrifying monsters and kept their heads on their shoulders? Have your men faced death and walked it off? For a kingdom that is built on courage, there sure are a lot of cowards—“

“Enough!” Zelda stood up and glared at her husband. She turned to Hoz who was red from fury. “Captain, what exactly do you need to find these people?”

“Uh, I’ll need men, of course. Maybe around ten. It might depend on what is causing these disappearances.”

“I can have you take five men with you, but my advisor is right, we are spread thin, so you’ll have to make do.”

Captain Hoz sighed and bowed his head. “Thank you, my queen. I’ll make plans as soon as possible. These people will be found.”

“Thank you captain,” Zelda gave a nod back, “is there anything else that needs to be discussed?”

“No, that is all my queen,” Hoz gave another bow.

“There’s nothing I can think of,” the advisor muttered.

Edmund only shook his head. The queen nodded.

“Then you are all dismissed. Thank you.”

Hoz and the advisor stood up and silently walked out of the room, and Zelda glared at Edmund, who was casually leaning back in the chair. He glanced over at her.

“What?”

“Throwing insults at my kingdom was unnecessary.”

“They’re not insults, they're observations. You can’t deny that your army is nothing special.”

“No, but calling them cowardly and weak is unfair. You don’t know what some of these men went through. Captain Hoz fought hard to get where he is and I trust him. He’s one of our best.”

Her husband rolled his eyes again. “Fine, so the captain is good, that doesn’t say anything about the rest of your army.”

Zelda stared at him for a moment before gathering the papers. “I suppose not,” she muttered, wanting to end the conversation. Edmund sighed and walked over to her, resting his hand on her shoulder which made her freeze.

“Look, I’m sorry that I insulted Hoz. He is without a doubt, one of the best. But this seems like a serious situation and I feel like you’re not taking it as seriously as it sounds.”

Zelda glared daggers into him and he backed up, his hands up defensively.

“Don’t be upset with me dear, I’m just saying that Labrynna would’ve had this problem fixed within a week.”

I don’t care what Labrynna does.” She spat, and she turned back to the papers, trying to get Edmund to leave her alone. He was silent, but he didn’t move.

“Why don’t you send your… hero to do the job? From what I’ve heard, he’s a one man army,” he asked, and Zelda looked up to stare at the double doors in front of her. She has called for Link whenever Hyrule needed help. In fact, she called all of the resistance. They’ve worked together and have helped Hyrule in a way that Zelda couldn’t. But no one knew who Link really was, nor what he looked like thanks to his refusal to be public, so the people, especially the nobles, figured that Link was a fake, or a lazy man. Though she and Link didn’t get along, it made her sick. He suffered so much for Hyrule, and that was how they repaid him?

“Zelda, why don’t you send your famous hero to do the job?” Edmund repeated, and Zelda spun around, her frustration getting the best of her.

“I will consider it. Now get out while I organize this mess.”

Edmund glared at her and left the room, leaving Zelda alone. She collapsed in her chair, already exhausted even though it was morning. There was so much to do, so much to worry about, so much complaining that was done. Even though she was raised to do this work since birth, she still felt like she didn’t know what she was doing. She looked down at the papers on the table and sighed, grabbing some blank paper and a quill. She wouldn’t be able to search for the people herself, and she knew that Hoz would need all the help he could get, so she decided to reach out to the only people that she could trust.

The resistance.

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“Kori! Come up for breakfast!”

The little twilian rubbed his eyes open, looking at his room in the basement. It was dark, and it took him a moment to adjust to the light shining from the door that led upstairs, where his father looked down at him.

“Heeeyyy sleepy head. Come on, it’s time to get up.”

Kori groaned at the light and tried to snuggle up more in his blankets.

“Oh no ya don’t. Get up Kori.”

The twilian groaned again, burying his face more into the blankets. The blankets were so warm… and he was so comfy…

He felt two hands grab him and he squealed as he was thrown over his dad’s shoulder.

“NOOOOO! Let me go! I wanna sleeeeeep!” Kori cried, but his father did not listen as he climbed up the ladder, and Kori hissed as the bright sun assaulted his eyes.

“Oh quit bein’ dramatic.”

His dad set him down near the fire where breakfast was cooking, the desire to sleep more melting away as he grew hungry. He looked at the pan over the fire, staring at the food cooking on top of it.

“What is it?”

“Eggs of course!” his father grabbed a plate and dished up some of the food to give to Kori.

“Eggs! I love eggs! We only ever have them everyday!” Kori joked sarcastically, shoveling his breakfast into his mouth.

“Oh complain about the breakfast all ya want you rascal. But luckily for you I have a great supper planned!”

“What are you making?” Kori asked, his mouth full.

“Only your favorite meal ever! Pumpkin soup!”

Kori gasped. He loved his father’s pumpkin soup. The thought of eating the pumpkin soup suddenly made the eggs tasteless and bland.

“Bleh, if only if it were supper time right now.”

“Hey now, I don’t need to make the soup tonight,” his father waved his utensil around, a teasing smile on his face. “I can just save it for later or give aaaall of it to grandpa Rusl and Colin and—“

“No! Don’t do that! I’m sorry papa thank you for the eggs now please don’t give away my supper!”

His father chuckled and ruffled his boy’s hair. “I’m just teasin’ ya, I would never do that.”

Kori giggled and ate his eggs a little more gratefully.

“Why are you making the soup anyways papa? You only make it for like… holidays and stuff.”

His father raised an eyebrow at Kori. “You don’t know? A little birdie told me that a certain child is turning 10 today.”

Kori chewed for a little bit before the realization hit. His birthday… It was today! How could he not know that?

“My birthday! I’m turning 10!” Kori shouted, waving his fork around.

“Hey now, don’t make a mess!” His father scolded, but he gave a light chuckle after Kori put his fork down, “you’re a full decade old! Isn’t that somethin’? How do you feel?”

Kori giggled and started to focus.

“Not much different really.”

His father chuckled and ruffled his hair.

“Give it a few years, you’ll feel older,” he said with a wink. After they finished Kori’s birthday breakfast, his father slapped his knees and stood up. “Welp, you ready to herd some goats?”

Kori frowned at his father. “It’s my birthday! I don’t wanna herd goats!”

“But farm work doesn't stop for birthday boys, Kori.”

Kori crossed his arms and pouted at his father. They stared each other down for a few moments before his dad started laughing.

“Alright alright. I’ll let you have today.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Go play with the other kids, I don’t care. Happy birthday Kori.”

“YEAH!” Kori shot up and ran outside before his father could say anything else. He practically jumped down the ladder, gave Epona a pat on the snout, and ran into the village where everyone was. He jogged around Fado’s house, ran quickly past Beth’s parent’s house, slowing down to a halt when he saw his grandpa Rusl standing outside his own home, reading something. He crouched down and smiled. Target spotted.

Kori moved around so he would be in his grandpa’s blind spot, then he ran as quietly as he could, ready to jump him, until his grandpa turned around and gave him a stern look, which stopped Kori dead in his tracks.

“And what do you think you’re doing young man?” He asked, his hands on his hips. Kori looked down awkwardly.

“I wasn’t gonna do anything!”

“Really? You weren’t plannin’ on tackling my legs?”

“Noooooooo….”

His grandpa glared at him for a moment, then let out a laugh. “Oh it’s never a dull moment with you Kori. Good morning kid.”

Kori giggled and hugged his grandpa, and he received a tight hug in return.

“So, Kori,” grandpa Rusl knelt down to look him in the eyes, “I hear it’s your birthday yeah? What do you have planned for today?”

“Well papa said that I don’t have to do my chores today! So I was hoping to play with…” His eyes moved over to spot his uncle exiting the house. “UNCLE COLIN!”

His uncle looked over to where Kori was sprinting towards him. “Wooooah hey now slow down or else you’ll—”

Kori tackled him to the ground, hugging him tightly as he laid there. Grandpa Rusl chuckled and walked towards them.

“Uncle Colin! It’s my birthday and I don’t have to do my chores! Wanna play?”

Colin rubbed his head and looked down. “I’d love to Kori, but I do need to do my chores.”

Kori’s smile dropped. “Aw what? Why?”

Colin sat up, with Grandpa Rusl taking Kori off of him and helping him up. “It’s not my birthday,” he explained simply, looking at Grandpa Rusl who nodded.

“What about auntie Rela? Can she play?”

“Sorry Kori, she also has chores to do,” Grandpa explained. “But she’ll be done soon.”

“Aw… but I wanna play now!”

Colin knelt down and put his hand on his shoulder.

“Maybe Beth or Talo could play with you!”

Kori looked down, contemplating this. Beth was fun to play with, but she was taking over the shop and was always busy, not to mention her scary parents who didn’t like him. And Talo was also fun but sometimes he was gone and his dad didn’t like him all that much. Malo was closest to his age but Malo hated everyone so he didn’t want to play with him. But it didn’t hurt to try. “I guess I’ll see if they can play…” he finally said.

Colin smiled, guilt clearly written on his face. “I’m sorry kiddo. I’ll try to get done as soon as possible.”

“Ok.” Kori gave the two of them another hug and ran to Talo’s house. He’d have better luck with him anyways. When he ran to the house with the water wheel he stopped at the smell of something sweet. He saw a pie on a windowsill and gasped. It must’ve been pumpkin pie, which Pergie made occasionally. He ran over to where the pie was and stared at it, mouth watering as the smell got stronger.

“Excuuuuuse me!”

Kori flinched at the sudden entrance of Pergie, who was standing protectively over her pie. Kori put his hands behind his back and shrunk a little, trying to look innocent.

“Were you thinking of eating my pie?” Pergie asked, resting against the windowsill.

“Noooo…”

“You do know I’ve been spending all morning making this right?”

“Yeaaah.”

“So I wouldn’t want someone to mess with it before it’s ready, right?”

Kori looked down, then at Pergie, then at the pie. Drool dropped out of his mouth and he wiped it away, embarrassed. Pergie let out a hearty laugh and patted his head.

“Oh you sweet little stinker. Here, I can give you a slice.”

Pergie cut a small slice of her pie and handed it to Kori on a plate. Kori gasped at the random gift and smiled at her.

“Happy birthday, Kori.”

“You remembered my birthday?”

“Well you never let me forget,” Pergie teased, poking his nose. Kori giggled at the gesture and started to eat the pie with Pergie watching.

“What are you doing here anyways boy?”

“My papa said that I don’t have to do my chores so I was wondering if Talo wanted to play.”

“Oooh…” Pergie tapped the windowsill and clicked her tongue. “Talo left this morning to Kakariko dear.”

“Aw what? What’s he doing there?”

“Delivering our pumpkins to the folks there of course!” Pergie leaned closer to him, a teasing look on her face. “He’s also wantin’ to court the girl there, so he’s there for that as well.”

Kori stared at Pergie and nodded, not at all understanding what she meant.

“If you want, you could play with Malo!” She turned around and called for her youngest son. “MALO! Get over here!”

Kori frowned and put the plate on the windowsill. He did not want to play with Malo, and when Malo showed up, he could tell that he didn’t want to play either.

“Malo! It’s Kori’s birthday! Why don’t you two play games together!” Pergie suggested for the two boys. Malo glared at his mother.

“Mom, I’m taking care of my shop, I don’t have time to play,” he mumbled, annoyed. Kori has heard Malo talk about the three shops he’s opened up several times whenever he tried to hang out with him. He never understood any of it.

“Malo, I know how much you love to play shop, but you should play with the other kids!”

Malo groaned and glared at Kori. Pergie has always tried to push her son to socialize and make friends, but Malo took his job very seriously. Kori smiled at Pergie politely and stepped back.

“I’m actually gonna go see if Beth can play… thanks for the pie!”

“Oh, wait, Malo go with him!” Pergie gestured for Malo to follow him but he just rolled his eyes and walked away. Kori took that as a sign to run towards where Beth lived.

“You have a great birthday sweet boy!” He heard Pergie yell after him, and he turned and waved at her, smiling.

Pergie used to scare Kori when he was younger. She clearly feared him and thought he was strange, not liking it whenever Talo hung out with him. But as Kori got older, he noticed that Pergie got kinder towards him, being sweet and caring towards him whenever he lingered near their house. The same couldn’t be said about Sera though, Beth’s mother.

Everyone was pretty hostile towards Kori, but Sera in particular has been very cruel towards him. Beth was a blast to be around and happily watched Kori when he needed to be watched. But Sera believed that Kori was a demon, here in Ordon to hurt her daughter. His father and grandpa told him that monsters hurt the kids in Ordon, so they were paranoid about anything different, but Kori couldn’t help but be scared of Sera. He was terrified that she would hurt him because of her own fear. Beth’s influence always helped calm her mother down, but Kori still felt her distrust towards him. He stopped in front of Beth’s home and took a deep breath, praying that it was just Beth in there. He opened the door and peeked through the crack, seeing both Beth and Sera behind the counter. He went to quickly leave before he was noticed but Beth called out to him.

“Kori! Is that you?”

He stopped and poked his head further into the home. They seemed to have been deep in conversation; Beth was smiling at him while Sera stared at him coldly.

“It is you! Hi there!” Beth leaned against the counter and gave him a grin. “How are you? Heard you’re turning ten today, right?”

Kori nodded quietly, glancing at Sera who wasn’t moving.

“What’re you doing here? Did Link give you money to buy the famous slingshot?” She gestured to the toy section where a slingshot sat. Kori was tempted, but he had no money.

“I was wondering if you wanted to play,” Kori he started, talking softly while occasionally glancing at Sera, “I don’t have to do my chores today.”

“Oh,” Beth got off the counter and looked at her mother who was scowling. “Sorry dear, I’m working right now. You can go play with the kitties though!”

Kori gasped. Beth and Sera’s cat went and got another cat pregnant, leaving them with adorable kitties. Beth had let him play with them before, but never alone.

“Beth,” her mother spoke up, a dark expression on her face.

“Mom, it’ll be fine, Kori knows to be gentle, right?” Beth gave Kori a look and he nodded.

“How do you know he won’t eat one of the babies?”

“Mom!”

Kori looked down, the words stinging. He hated how she saw him as a monster. Kori had sharp teeth, which was different from everyone else’s, but he’d never want to hurt anyone, let alone any kitties! He started to back away from the two, walking towards the door.

“I—um— wanted to play with someone not with the cats,” he lied, reaching for the handle, “I’m just gonna see if someone else wants to play, bye Beth!”

“Wait Kori—“ Beth called out for him but he snuck out of the room. He heard Beth and Sera erupt into an argument, but he chose to ignore them, nearly ramming into Beth’s father, Hanch.

“Oh, um….” Kori shrunk away from the short man. “Sorry.”

Hanch stared at him for a moment, his expression was always filled with anxiety, but he nervously smiled.

“Hi Kori. Happy birthday,” Hanch said before running into his home. Kori stared ahead very surprised as the nervous man always avoided Kori out of fear. He stared at the entrance to the clearing where his home was, knowing his father wasn’t home. He sighed not knowing what to do or who to hang out with. He glanced at the entrance to the Ordon Ranch and decided to head there to hang out with people he knew liked him.

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Link ran around on Epona, herding in the goats with Fado keeping any stragglers from running away. On Epona, the goats feared Link due to how big he looked, and they would obey him as he herded them in. Fado however didn’t need a horse since he was so tall. The goats would just see him and run away. Though Fado has always struggled herding in the goats, Link has noticed that with Link’s many absences, he’s gotten much better at doing it all on his own. He almost didn’t need Link anymore.

He sighed when all the goats were finally in the barn. Just like yesterday… and the day before… and the day before…

“Thanks for your help, Link!” Fado called to him and Link waved it off.

“Just doin’ my job.”

“Well you do a good job at it!”

Link smiled at his good friend and got off his horse, giving her a loving pat on the neck. Though Epona was a strong horse, he was worried about overworking her, especially since she was getting much older. He wished that Illia was still here so she could pamper her…

“Hoo boy, we got done in under a minute! Now what do we do?” Fado put his hands on his hips and looked at the ranch from inside the barn. “I feel like we can just lay around right now!”

Link gave a small smile but it quickly disappeared. Though it was a beautiful day, Link was already bored at the idea of sitting around. He walked out of the barn and looked around, noticing a little figure walking towards the ranch.

“Hey, isn’t that your little tot? I thought you said he wasn’t working today?” Fado asked, coming up from behind Link. Link shrugged and walked over to his son, whose head was hanging. When he got closer, Kori looked up and smiled at his father.

“What’s going on Kori? I thought you wanted to play?”

Kori shrugged. “Everyone is doing their chores today! They can’t play.”

Link frowned and patted his head. “Oh, I’m sorry Kori. They won’t be working all day though.”

“Yeah… but still…”

Link frowned and guilt started creeping in. He was hoping that he’d have a fun day, but he didn’t think about everyone else having to do their chores. He gave Kori a slight squeeze.

“Can I hang out with you until someone’s ready to play?” Kori asked.

“Of course, you can just watch me, you don’t need to work.”

“Thanks papa.”

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The rest of the day was fun for Kori. His aunt, Rela, finished her chores relatively quickly, sothey played together until the sun began to set, and everyone started to return to their homes for supper. Kori looked up from the tadpoles he was playing with and saw his father walking to his grandparent’s house, arms full of different ingredients. Kori jumped up and started sprinting towards him.

“We’re eating at gramma’s house?” Kori called out as he nearly rammed into his father’s legs.

“Hey! Kori! The reek fish ain’t easy to get at this time of year!” His father warned, dodging his hyper son. “And yes, we’re eating at gramma’s house this year, she has better cooking supplies than me anyways.”

“Will Midna be here?” Rela came running up to the two of them. Kori’s father gave a nervous smile.

“I guess we’ll see!”

Kori frowned. “Mom should be here!”

His father only shrugged. “I don’t know when she comes kiddo, but I did tell her to try to make it today, so we’ll see.”

Rela looked at Kori who only shrugged. His mother was from a different world, and according to his father, she had to do very important things there, so she couldn’t stay in Ordon. Kori wished that she could stay here though. He missed her everyday that she wasn’t here. What was worse was that he never knew when she was coming, she could be there everyday, or she could be gone for weeks. So it was just a guessing game for them. But he hoped she would be here. She usually was on his birthday.

Kori was bouncing off the walls from excitement when supper came close to being ready. The family were all together inside except for grandpa Rusl, his father and gramma chatting about boring adult stuff while he and Rela were playing, and the smell of the pumpkin soup made him restless. When his father was finally done with the soup, Kori was right by his side, eyeing it as if it were his prey.

“Spirits above, Kori, don’t make me spill this,” his father warned, setting the soup gently on the table while Kori practically hung on him. Gramma Uli set a cake down next to the soup, and Kori began vibrating with excitement even more.

“Sweet Ordona, I think he’s about to explode!” Colin chuckled, walking over to the table to help set things up.

“Yeah, I think so too, and there’s gonna be an accident if he doesn’t calm down.” His father dragged Kori away from the table as he reached for the food, and the little twilian pouted at his father.

“I just wanna look at it,” he said, making his eyes as big as possible.

“Yeah sure ya do. You can’t look at it until everything’s ready though.”

“But whyyyyy,” Kori leaned towards the table while his father nonchalantly held him in place.

“Sweet spirits above kid, I’ve never seen anyone get this excited about food.”

“Oh, Link,” Gramma Uli started, giving Kori a smile, “what’s there not to be excited about? There’s soup and cake! Though I am sorry that the cake has no icing this year, Kori.”

“No, ma it’s a good thing. I think Kori would literally explode if there was.”

“No I wouldn’t!” Kori shouted, and the family all laughed. His father dragged Kori back over to where Rela was playing, and sat him down.

“Just stay there ‘till things are ready, ok Kori?” His father insisted, and Kori pouted again, glaring at his goat plushie Billy. He was ravenous now from the smell of the food, and it was driving him mad. The door opened and Kori saw grandpa Rusl enter the home, and he jumped up and rammed into his grandpa’s legs.

“Ow– good goddesses Kori!” His grandpa yelled out as he nearly stumbled to the ground. Kori only buried his face into his legs and gave him a tight hug.

“Papa isn’t letting me eat my fooooood,” he complained, his voice muffled in grandpa Rusl’s pants.

“Oh?” Rusl quickly recovered from nearly having his legs taken out and gave Link a smirk. “Well that’s not fair, it’s his birthday.”

“Supper is not ready yet, pa!” Kori’s father rebutted. “And the soup is piping hot! It’ll burn his li’l tongue off and he won’t be able to eat anything for the rest of his life!”

Kori gasped and looked up at Rusl in horror.

“Will it really?”

Rusl rolled his eyes. “No. I mean yes your tongue will burn but it’ll be fine after a day. Quit scarin’ your kid Link!”

Kori’s father only shrugged and returned to setting up dinner. Grandpa Rusl began to walk over to the kitchen where gramma Uli was, but Kori stopped him.

“Is my mommy here?” He asked, and Rusl paused, looking away.

“Oh… no I haven’t seen her just yet.”

Kori sighed sadly. “She’s always here for my birthday. Why isn’t she here?”

“Oh, come now kiddo, I’m sure she’s just late or something. I doubt she’ll miss today.”

Kori rested his head against Rusl’s leg. “I hope so.”

Rusl stood there for a moment, playing with Kori’s hair as if to comfort him, but he finally moved towards the table, which Kori found to be completely set up, with a beautiful plate of rolls added to it.

“Supper’s ready,” his father announced, and Kori’s worry over his mother disappeared as he ran to his seat, nearly tipping it over as he sat in it. “Sweet Ordona kid, would it kill you to slow down?”

Kori’s grandparents both chuckled as they sat down, and Rela hopped into her seat next to Kori. Colin sat down next to Link, which left one seat empty for his mother. Kori sighed.

“Well then, let’s give thanks,” Uli said, and the others around the table bowed their heads. “Thank you Goddess Din for the earth you created, so that we may have a warm home together. Thank you Goddess Farore for the life you blessed the earth with, so that we may have this very meal before us. And thank you Goddess Nayru, for the wisdom you gifted to us, so that we may be able to prepare this meal, and so that we may grow stronger everyday. Thank you.”

The others muttered a thanks and Kori quickly grabbed a roll, dunked it in his soup, and shoved it all in his mouth. He chewed happily as the others watched in shock.

“Wha’?” He asked with his mouth full. His father gave him a look.

“Reaching across the table like that is rude, Kori. And so is talking with your mouth full.”

“Oh it’s his birthday, let him be a little feral today,” grandpa Rusl said, grabbing a roll for himself and digging into the meal. Kori’s father rolled his eyes with an amused smile on his face, and Kori couldn’t help but giggle.

“Ok fine, I’ll give you today, Kori,” he said with a smile, and the rest of the family helped themselves to Kori’s birthday supper.

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Link stared blankly at the empty seat beside him as everyone else ate. He finished rather quickly, an old habit he developed from his adventure, and all he could do was think about Midna. Her not being here worried him. She was a very stubborn person, and when she wanted to do something, she was going to do it, even if everyone else was against it. So there was no way that she would be missing Kori’s birthday, unless something happened. Link’s gaze was averted to Kori devouring his cake, and he rolled his eyes. Since when did he become such a messy eater?

“Kori, for Din’s sake slow down. I don’t want you to choke.”

Kori stopped for a moment and glared at him, gesturing aggressively at Link’s own bowl and plate.

“Hey, I know how to not choke on my food, alright?”

Kori rolled his eyes and Colin snorted.

“Remember the time you choked on a carrot—“

“Shut up Colin!”

The table erupted into laughter as everyone began making fun of Link.

“I told you to chew your food all the way, Link,” Rusl playfully poked Link’s arm as Link glared ahead, annoyed.

“Yeah, and yet he still couldn’t do that,” Colin joined in. “I had to try to get it outta you.”

Link shot Colin a smirk. “Yes, but if I remember correctly, your weak, noodly arms couldn’t do nothin’!”

“My arms weren’t weak and noodly! You’re just so dang thick!” Colin jabbed at Link’s ribs which caused him to yelp and flinch away, right into Rusl.

“Oi! Watch where you’re jumpin’, Link!” Rusl yelled and shoved Link back into his spot. The three of them erupted into loud laughter as they started to playfully shove and poke at each other, until Uli’s glare caught their eyes.

“Boys, not at the table,” she said in a low voice, and three men quickly calmed down and returned to eating.

“Geez, you guys are so annoying,” Rela grumbled, taking a sip of her water. Kori only giggled.

Link cleared his throat and kept his gaze low, and he glanced at Colin who was hiding his face.

“Colin started it,” he mumbled.

“I did not!”

“You did too.”

“Did not, you liar!”

“Boys!”

The two stopped as Uli glared at them, and they tried to hide their chuckling.

“Goddesses Link, your ten-year-old son is acting more mature than you are!”

Kori sat up straight and beamed at the praise, and Link couldn’t help but laugh. How embarrassing for him. The family returned to their more quiet supper when suddenly there came a knock to the door.

“I’ll get it!” Rela volunteered herself and hopped off her chair, jogging to the door. Link couldn’t help but be hopeful when Rela opened the door, but there was no one on the other side.

“Uh, what?” Colin muttered in a confused tone. Suddenly, a shadow jumped into the room, and Midna appeared in the middle.

“Hope you don’t mind me crashing this party?” She said in her sing-song voice, and Link couldn’t help but smile.

“MOMMY!” Kori yelled and rammed into her legs. Midna picked him up and showered him with kisses while he giggled.

“Midna! You’re here!” Rela exclaimed, and she hugged her legs. The rest of the family got up and greeted her, all happily chatting and giving her small hugs.

“I’m so sorry I’m late, I was… busy,” Midna explained, a strange look on her face when she said “busy”. Link brushed it off and walked up to her, and she pecked him on the lips. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Link smiled and kissed her back. Kori made a gagging sound and started to squirm out of Midna’s hold, and then two parents laughed.

“We saved you a seat, Midna!” Uli gestured to the chair next to Link’s. “I can warm up the soup so it’s nice and hot for you!”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”

“Of course I do! You’re a part of our family!”

Kori giggled and started to tug Midna towards the table.

“C’mon mommy! We can eat together!”

“Hold on now, Kori you’ve already eaten!” Link protested, but Uli and Midna gave him a look and he shut his mouth. Rusl chuckled and stood slightly behind Link, resting his hand on his shoulder.

“I was starting to get worried,” he muttered, quiet enough so that the ones at the table didn’t hear him.

“Yeah, me too,” Link sighed as he stared at Midna, a big smile on her face as she spoke with Kori. Rusl nudged him slightly towards the table.

“C’mon, let’s join them.”

[synintheraven]

✵pairing: sihtric kjartansson x fem!reader

✵summary: you finally find Ivarr Ragnarsson and a cup of ale gives an unexpected turn of events between the two of you.

✵tw: mentions of violence, mentions of alcohol, drinking, other than that lots of fluff :p

✵word count: 1,3k

characters info | part five

The sun was hiding behind clouds and a thin layer of snow covered the hills around us. It was cold, the wind crawled under my clothes and a shiver climbed my spine as their eyes were on me.

We had just arrived to Repton, yet the little army under Ivarr and Ubba's command was far more cautious than that of Tamworth. And as their famously reckless Lord stood proud before us, the rabid dogs followed close behind.

There were no children, no wives. Only soldiers dressed in mail, their Lord's most trusted hounds.

—And what of her? Is she your gift to me? —Ivarr asked almost too proud of himself and I was ready to bite back, but Sihtric was quicker to answer.

—She’s my woman. —He said. I frowned, his words still echoing in my head.

—Slave girl? —The Ragnarsson grinned, his eyes fixed on my expression. —Either that or she hates your cock.

Sihtric then gave me a strange look, his hand finding its way along my back and stopping where my butt joined my back, pulling me awkwardly closer to his side. —We’re just tired, it was a long journey from Theotford.

Surprisingly, he seemed to bite on Sihtric’s lie, while I pictured myself with a knife going through the Dane's throat.

—So, why are you here? Guthrum isn’t treating his hounds right?

—We got word that a son of Ragnar had taken Repton, so we thought to serve a true dane lord was better than to follow a stupid man to his defeat.

We knew nothing about Guthrum; not the colour of his banner nor the look of the man’s face. But it was easy to make up a lie when the man himself wasn’t there to deny it, though in truth Guthrum would’ve embraced us as his warriors as long as we looked like Danes.

Ivarr was hesitant, like dry weeds waiting on a spark to set ablaze. Yet he welcomed the fire, not afraid to get burnt.

—Ha! —He said loudly, his gaze studying me with curiosity as he crossed his arms. —And you, woman? Can you fight? Or are you only here to please this pretty warrior? —He finished as he looked at Sihtric, but he was out of words.

—The son of Ragnar wants me to teach him how to use his axe? —I snapped back happily, but my man, the one I wasn’t aware I had, was concerned about Ivarr’s deadly stare.

—I love sassy bitches, you can stay. —He smiled widely, as the men around us joined their lord with a grin. —Same for you, pretty boy.

Everything was blurry; the candles provided the room with a gloomy light and the flickering flames made the shadows around us deeper than they really were, like if whole territories hid among that darkness.

It made me wonder about the unknown, all that is hidden from plain sight but lurks in the blackness of the night. The wild beasts, the magic creatures, and all else that is hidden to us mortals.

I could hear the voices from the drunken warriors around me, their laughter, their joy after a succesful battle. The sound of wooden jars and metal clashing as they celebrated with ale, their harsh steps on the floor.

I was hearing Sihtric as he talked, telling me one more time stories about all his battles, all he had conquered to get here, to England. All about the raids: priceless treasures, gold-filled chests and wealthy norse fools ready to give everything up if only to escape an unneccesary fight, all that he'd managed to steal for himself after years of serving under Yggr's banner.

I watched as he wrapped his hands around the mug and a puddle of ale drenched the linen around his arms, yet he didn't seem to care. A tattoo showed from under his sleeve, an interesting shape playing in the shadow and hiding from the candle light. He simply kept on talking, ever proud and happy about his stories, his life.

Maybe it was the ale, maybe there was something in the air that night, but his words sounded funny in my ears. He was explaining how he once cut off a man's hand with an axe: the splatter of blood, the horror in that man's voice as he screamed out of pain. But all I could hear was a mumble, his attempt at sounding coherent while the ale made its way through his throat.

And so, I laughed. Sihtric's response was to look at me with a frown, then proceeded to burst out laughing with me.

He suddenly stopped and went completely quiet, worrying me for a moment that perhaps I was the reason of such a sudden change in his reaction, though nothing about his glare betrayed whatever was going on inside the man's head.

A young girl walked in our direction, trying hard to avoid Sihtric's eyes. She was skinnier than the others, with skin as white as snow and several bruises dyeing the flesh around her neck, making it no surprise that she was so afraid of the drunken warriors surrounding her. But she was there to serve drinks and so she would.

Her trembling hands made their best to hold the jar firmly and fill his cup, avoiding eye contact with the fearsome man before me. Yet when she was done and ready to escape, his hand wrapped around her wrist.

For whatever reason, I felt as if fire burnt inside of me; but I couldn't recall what was causing such a feeling, nor could I stop myself from standing up, as if something else was controlling my body.

—You're too pretty to be working at this stinking alehouse. —He said while pulling her closer, watching as the poor girl's panic intensified. —There's nothing to fear, woman, wouldn't you rather be with me than serving all these bastards?

There was a glimpse of a smile on his face, despite the terror in her eyes. He was a good man, for a drunken fool, and would've easily let her go if asked to: but that's not what those women were used to around there, so she was desperately looking for a way out.

So I took his mug in my own hand, spilling all its content on the floor. And his confused reaction was priceless.

—You better have a real good reason for that bullshit, y/n. —He stood up, freeing the girl's wrist, though she was still too frightened by him to go away.

—You're trying to hump some random girl and expect me to act as if I didn't care? —I asked with pride in my voice, though struggling to figure out what those words were supposed to mean.

He frowned again, probably trying to remain offended but failing miserably as a silly smile appeared on his face.

—We're supposed to be together, don't you remember, my love? —My words made no sense, yet they seemed sufficient for him, even if Ivarr and Ubba were too far from us to hear anything we were saying.

—Right! —His eyes widened up and he quickly took a step further from the girl, resting his hand on the messy table. —It's just that I'm so in love with you and to touch you would mean to ruin your pure beauty.

To this day I still don't quite remember what happened that night, nor do I recall when did the scared girl left us and ran back to the owner of that shithole of an alehouse. But I do, however, remember how he started to laugh mid-lie and looked down on his empty mug, only to remember I was the cause of it.

—Or perhaps my dear husband struggles to use his plow sword with his beloved wife. —I snarled back and once again he let out a noisy laugh then went quiet when he realized I had meant no compliment by that.

—Are you challenging me? —He asked with a playful smirk, leaning closer as I wrapped my arms around his neck and tangled my fingers on his hair.

My heart was beating hard: surprised at the shiver running through my body as I felt his skin on the tip of my fingers. And, for the first time since I’ve met him, something about his gaze felt different.

The candle light reflected on his face, his brown eye looking warm and inviting while the other side was ever bright, sea waters dancing within his eye.

His breath smelt of ale and his hands were getting a little too comfortable around my waist, but that didn’t stop me from reaching for his lips; even as he teased me, pressing the tip of his nose to my cheek, but avoiding my touch.

Sihtric’s kiss was full of warmth and necessity, feeling as his hands roughly pressed me onto his body. So I gave in.

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The Triumphant Return… a happier ending for these two, they deserve it.

This is just the line art, you can see the full colour, full background, finished piece on my Patreon

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

Baby Trap

This is an extra chapter after the final battle. Spider is with Jake. Neteyam is alive because you took the shot. 

Since your little love confession to the Colonel, things have been smoother.

The recom Navi gave you privileges, such as a television in the bedroom and your own personal vegetable garden. And best of all, the Colonel hesitantly allowed you to take medicine for insomnia and depression. With the advance technology and advances, you now have the best stuff.

The branches of the army got the best stuff on Earth. So, you got medicine that so far has no side effects. The colonel wasn't stupid. He would feed you the pills in the mornings and evenings before sleeping. He didn't trust you after your attempted suicide.

He gave you scissors to trim his hair and the remaining kids under his supervision. He for some reason also banned coffee. Even decaf. But you were too scared to argue. Oh, well. Your medicine made you mellow. So, you don't think you need coffee to function. 

The colonel would also for some reason act more strange. He would buy you baggy and loose clothes. You didn't wear them. He just hanged them in the closet. Oh, well. At least he started taking care of your half breed Navi twins even more. 

One day, you were in the supply store of the base and asked for pregnancy control pills since you recently ran out three weeks ago.

"I am sorry, Ma'am." The receptionist looked scared. "The colonel gave me orders to not sell you birth control pills. You are banned from all contraceptives till He says so."

……….

You quickly walked back to your room. Thanks to Quaritch making you suck his dick in public, you tried to not be seen. You hated being in your room all day. Now, the one time you left your area of the base besides your kids' rooms and the kitchen, you got one of the worst announcements of your life. 

That jerk wants more kids!?

His human death made you raise triplets on your own. His job hunting Jake made him too tired for the twins. Now, another baby? Sure, physically maybe almost all women your age loved being pregnant due to the body changes and hormones. But, it lasts only nine months.

You shouldn't be hasty. Maybe there was a misunderstanding.  You should talk to Quaritch first.

......

You were washing the dinner dishes after serving your family and Lyle.

The colonel was watching TV while laying down on the bed.  He would shower after he eats with Lyle and the family. He came out fresh and was waiting for you to join him in bed. He tucked all the children to bed.  

You finally finished with the dishes and then took a quick shower. You showered twice a day. In the morning because you always had sex with quaritch at night.

And after cleaning the kitchen at night. To be fresh for your husband after working all day.

You came out to the bedroom.

Quaritch turned off the TV and held one arm out open for you. You crawled next to him and he kissed the top of your nose. He placed his chin on top of your head and held you close.

"Um, honey. I went to the supply store."

The colonel curiously looked down at your lovely face.

"The receptionist told me you forbade her from selling contraceptives. Is that true?"

The colonel nodded like it was natural. "Of course you shouldn't take pills."

You then sat up and separated from him. The colonel looked annoyed from the distance. He beckoned you back to his embrace.

You then got off the bed and stood next to it. The colonel narrowed his eyes at your disobedience. He gave you a warning look.

"I don't want any more babies." 

 "Remember what I said at the gym? When you sucked my dick?" He sat up from his position and swung his legs over the bed. "You no longer have an opinion. You will obey me."

Your eyes pricked with tears. "Five kids is enough."

The colonel got off the bed and stood to his height. "Don't lie. You love being pregnant. Minus the nausea. Besides, I have a feeling you might betray me again. I will fix your attitude."

You began to shake. You thought…

"You thought after that make up fuck we had last night will change my decision?" He sneered. "I said I love you. But, I don't trust you."

You began to back away and he menacingly followed you. Mocking you.

"You drugged my drink, you took my kids away from me, and you almost killed me multiple times. I would have killed you if you were not in my heart."

You sobbed and told him that he baby trapped you. 

The colonel grabbed your shoulders and slammed you against the wall. To his level your legs were lifted off the ground. 

"Says the gold digging whore who seduced me to help those science bitches years ago. You claim to be an independent woman. But you're a fuckin joke. A spoiled and entitled brat who uses her good looks and cunningness to get what she wants. You would always use your pretty face to persuade others to all your demands. But not me."

He breathed hard. "You're the weakest and most pathetic girl I ever met. You're everything I hate in a woman. I met real independent and tough women like Walker, Zdinarsik, and general Ardmore. But sadly, I fell in love with you of all people."

You felt his words shatter your heart. 

"You hate loving me?" You whispered. 

He nodded with a clenched jaw. "You ruined my fuckin life."

[rivnedell]

🤍🌸 • ° Masterlist ° • 🌸🤍

Legend

fluff 🌷

lime 🍋‍🟩 slight suggestive content (making out for example ..)

lemon 🍋 slighlty lighter version of smut (no p or d word)

angst ☔ characters suffering mentally and emotionally

WIP : work in progress

All my writings are Fem!Reader unless mentioned otherwise

❀ More about me at the bottom of this post

I’m trying my best with English since it’s not my mother tongue and I will take all the advices 🤍

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multi-chapter

- Star Wars -

Obi Wan Kenobi

Obi Wan x You | 🌷 • 🍋‍🟩 • 🍋 |

Relief

WIP

word count :

summary : you’re on a break from your jedi missions as your period pains were aching you, making you stay in bed. maybe your former master would know something to ease your pain.. or maybe not.

WARNINGS : MDI 18+ HOT LEMON at the end ; mention of menstruation pain ; slight angst ; lime (making out & teasing) ; 

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Ben Kenobi

Ben x you | ☔ • 🌷 • 🍋+ |

Under the Stars

WIP

word count :

summary : maybe this man living as an hermit needs more company than he would admit.

WARNINGS : MDI 18+, this is the most smutty smut thing I've ever written omg, I got carried away..

I blame Ben for being so hot and cute, that's said. Sorry..

• Friends •

Joey Tribbiani

The One with the Sketchbook

Joey x You | 🌷 • 🍋‍🟩 |

WIP

word count : -

summary :you’re an art student who comes to ny for your last year of degree. it’s your first time in the US so you discover life in new york thanks to joey, your new roommate, and his next-door friends ;

warnings : suggestive content ;

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Rachel & Joey

The One with Rachel’s feelings

Rachel x Joey |🌷| Fix-it Fic

WIP

word count :

summary : rectifying the barbados event love thing between our fav roommates, despite all the respect I have for the original show’s authors work ;

warnings : none, this just fluffy fluff, with some light angst ;

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Owen Grady

Can’t Stop Loving You

Owen x You (Self-Insert) | 🌷 • ☔ • 🍋 |

WIP

word count : -

summary : you got a chance to work on Isla Nublar as a trainer for herbivorous dinos. an unexpected colleague piqued your curiosity as he was the trainer of.. actual living raptors. featuring an unexpected lady boss that broke into your life, and broke your heart ;

warnings : MDI 18+ Lime & (very) HOT LEMON, angsty lemon but! happy ending ;

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Kili

Stardusts’ Hope

Kili x Fem!Elf Reader | ☔ • 🌷 |

WIP

word count: -

summary: a dwarf prince and an elven lady; alternative ending of the battle of the five armies ;

warnings : -

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One-Shots

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Joey Tribbiani

The One with the Scars

Joey x You (Self-Insert) | ☔ • 🌷 • 🍋‍🟩 |

WIP

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summary : joey and you have been close friends for a long time. he has been there for you during your recovery after your surgery, and this, certainly, has changed everything ;

warnings : 15+ ; no graphic descriptions but scars and physical pain related to the healing process ; (please avoid reading if you are uncomfortable with these topics) ; some sensitive references ;

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The One with Ross’s ex

Joey x You | ☔ • 🌷 • 🍋‍🟩|

WIP

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summary : after you break up with Ross, the situation doesn’t get better. your friends are here for you, and Joey is there. maybe your true love has been in front of you since the beginning ;

warnings : 15+ some references / lime ; slight angst

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The One with the Cinema tickets

Joey x You (Self-Insert) | 🌷 • 🍋‍🟩 |

WIP

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summary : you had a crush on joey since months but the only one to know was your bestie, chandler ;

warnings : 15+ some references ;

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The One with the Flower Shop Owner

Joey x You | 🌷 |

WIP

word count : - summary : joey went to a flower shop as he wanted to make a surprise for Emma’s birthday, and he saw you, with a pink peony bouquet in your hands ; warnings : some references but this is just fluffy cute joey fluff ;

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Matt Leblanc

The One with the Race

Matt x You (self-insert) | 🌷 • 🍋‍🟩 |

WIP

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summary : you attend your first Formula 1 GP and you encounter someone who will be your companion for the week end, and maybe more ;

warnings : mention of mourning, loss ; some ref (making out) ;

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Will Poulter

Golden Soul

Will x Reader | 🌷 • 🍋 |

WIP

word count : -

summary : you were invited to tell your story at schools as you were approached by an association fighting against bullying & child abuse ;

warnings : MDI 18+ ; anxiety crisis/stress/lack of breath mention/describing ; suggestive content ; lemon (lighter version of smut - no dirty talk, no bad words but suggestion of sex, making out) ;

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❀ About me : you can call me Nienna and in life, I’m a French Artist. Obsessed with drawing, drinking tea and petting cats. Other than that I recently discovered I was still able to fangirl just like a teen. And I’m currently nourishing a hard passion for the Friends TV series.. so I write a lot for Joey ♡

❀ I never dared to share my stories/fictional writings publicly so it’s a big step for me. (I don’t write nasty smut (bad/slut talking, too raw for me), but I like to write some lime and lemon, lighter versions of smut, tho being no less than hot) !

❀ I will update this list when a writing will be ready/published and if I add new wips !

header picture is not mine!

[gnomescarfcomics]

Still bitter about how much Fili was sidelined in Battle of the Five Armies, especially after his prominence in some of the marketing. And the extended cut didn't even do anything to fix it...

[bagginshieldlibrary]

SUNDAY FIC REC LIST

This week's selection is Hurt/Comfort. So get your Blankies, snackies and a trusted stuffed companion, because this is going to hurt your feelings.

First up is Teach Me Your Ways by airebellah

Summary: Thorin sat in a bookstore reading to his nephews. He struggled to read the foreign English text, but he would do anything to please his nephews. Including humiliating himself in front of a cute man with a small boy of his own.

Thorin Durin, forced from his home in war-torn Erebor, struggles to adapt to England’s language and customs. Bilbo offers to help, and amongst many a cultural confusion, their relationship quickly grows beyond simple language lessons.

Rating: Gen

The summary says it all. :)

(you need and account to read it)

Next Up is Bad Blood by @conkers-thecosy

Summary: Bilbo patted Gloin awkwardly on the back, once, and was glad when the dwarf let go. It had only been a fraction of the time Thorin had held him for on the Carrock, and he was glad for it. Somehow it had been different, and perhaps until now, until he had been hugged fast by another of their company, held as a friend expressing gratitude, Bilbo hadn’t quite realised how different.

The thought of their leader caused Bilbo’s gaze to drag across to where Thorin was standing, restrained firmly by two elves, and he was embarrassed to find those blue eyes fixed upon him quite unblinkingy. His expression was unreadable, as it always seemed to be, but there was something fierce in his gaze. Something barely contained. Hidden, but so close to the surface that Bilbo still got a sense of it. Like a shadow, or smoke reflected in glass.

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Or: How might the events of Mirkwood unfolded if Bilbo hadn't had the ring?

Rating: Teen and up

Angry protective Bilbo. Biting. Feral acts of violence against elves. Nobody's secrets are safe. Conkers I love you for this one.

In third we have, A King's Bond by Mordelle

Summary: King Thorin felt like Mahal Himself had swung his mighty hammer and cracked it right between his dazed blue eyes. The vibrations from The Strike shook his very being from his skull to his heart and then out through every nerve in his body. His eyes rolled back, his lungs expelled every breath of air, and the King Under the Mountain swooned so violently that his chair tipped backward with a loud crash, leaving everyone in the room silently gaping at the head of the table where only a pair of royal boots could be seen. His One had finally returned his Call.

Rating: Mature

(just imagine a string of crying emoji's here.) there's fading, there's parental rage, there's slow burn. They love each other your honor.

Our 4th fic is Wild Wings by DomesticGoddess

Summary:

Wounded and stranded in a strange forest, Thorin finds himself in the care of a lovebird, a reclusive and mysterious race. He’s not impressed. His host appears backward and primitive. But Bilbo seems content enough to play caretaker while Thorin heals, and that is a mercy. Isolated with the halfling, Thorin has little to do besides navigate the barriers between them and learn more about his host. The more he learns, the more he finds himself drawn to the selfless, hardworking hobbit.

But how can he be sure that this growing attraction between them is anything more than an intimacy brought on by isolation? Besides, Thorin’s a king. He’ll have to return to his kingdom, and Bilbo has never left the forest.

Rate: Explicit

WING FIC!! WING FIC!!!! WING FIC!!!!! That is all.

And lastly we have Through the mist (I find you) by MiraHerondale

Summary: Bilbo returns to Erebor two years after the Battle of the five Armies, invited by his friends to join the Durin's Day festivities. With his last memory of Thorin being him dying on the ice of Ravenhill, he worries he might not be entirely welcome. After all, he never heard about his banishment being revoked. What he finds, is simply much more devastating.

Rate: Explicit

Thorin's lost his memories. Bilbo's desperate to get one last taste. I apologize for the hurt, but also You're welcome for the rest!

[downstarr]

The King and The Hobbit

I've ventured into a new fandom with a short piece that imagined Thorin survived The Battle of the Five Armies.

The King and the Hobbit (3928 words) by downstar Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Hobbit (Jackson Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield Characters: Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins Additional Tags: Fix-It, Post-Canon Fix-It, Post-Canon, Thorin Oakenshield Lives, First Time, POV Bilbo Baggins, Dwarves in the Shire, The Shire (Tolkien), Bag End (Tolkien), Love Confessions, Declarations Of Love, Friends to Lovers, Post-Hobbit, Dwarf/Hobbit Relationship(s), Non-Graphic Smut, Bottom Bilbo Baggins, Top Thorin Oakenshield, My First Work in This Fandom, bagginshield Summary: Several months after The Battle of the Five Armies, the dwarves travel to the Shire to celebrate Bilbo's birthday. One dwarf in particular arrives ahead of his company to reconnect with Bilbo. --- I recently did a marathon rewatch of LoTR and The Hobbit movies. I hadn't realized on first viewing how close to being canonical Thorin and Bilbo's love came. Thought I'd try my hand at this fandom and do a little Thorin lives piece. It was great fun to try out a new world and new voices. With apologies if I made any canon errors! I am a pretty casual Tolkien fan.

EXCERPT:

It was two days before the 53rd birthday of Bilbo Baggins, and the dwarves of Erebor were on their way. 

As much as the Hobbits of the Shire did not approve of Bilbo’s wandering ways, his contributions during The Battle of the Five Armies and the retaking of Erebor from the dragon Smaug were already passing into the realm of legend. So, plans had been underway for weeks to celebrate his birthday with a lavish party.  

Reservations about his improper adventuring aside, what hobbit doesn’t love an excuse to throw a feast? 

Bilbo accepted the honour reluctantly, and only on the condition that the dwarves with whom he’d shared the quest would be invited. That nearly derailed the whole thing then and there, but after a bit of squabbling and peacemaking, the council agreed to the conditions. 

Bilbo had spent the last week bustling around Bag End, preparing for his visitors whose presence he felt was far more significant than his own turning of the year. It was no trivial matter to travel from Erebor to the Shire, even though the journey could be made in relative peace and safety - unlike their original quest. So he was aware of what a great honour it was for his friends to make the journey.

At the best of times, Bilbo could be full of nervous energy. It had been hard enough to keep up his facade as an ordinary, respectable Hobbit when he hadn’t gone off on an adventure. But now that the residents of the Shire knew that his respectability had been a facade, they looked at him even more askance. That, in turn, had made him even more self-aware, especially as it felt like the entire Shire was attending his birthday party. There was admiration and awe in the way the Shirefolk looked at him, as well. Just because a Hobbit didn’t want to go off fighting dragons themselves didn’t mean they didn’t admire his courage. 

Admiration felt almost more awkward than disapproval to Bilbo. But he’d slowly been learning to lean into the attention. Still, he felt very relieved and excited that his dwarven friends would be attending as well. And one friend in particular. 

Bilbo was just finishing stowing away the most valuable pieces of silver and sentimental knickknacks when there was a knock on his door.

As Hobbits tended to be very well-mannered about not dropping by unannounced so late, Bilbo convinced himself he’d imagined the knock and went right back to his tidying up.

The knock came again, this time harder and unmistakable. 

Bilbo crept cautiously from the kitchen toward the entryway, peering around the corner and doing a little halt-step. The movement of a shadow outside the window convinced him there was indeed someone out there. He twitched his nose, flickered his fingers, then cautiously stepped forward to pull open the door.

The figure was broad-shouldered and heavily cloaked, and no hobbit. 

A moment of fear spiked down Bilbo’s spine. His adventure had shown him the wide word, but it had also made him much more aware of the mortal danger that most hobbits had the good fortune to never see. He started to reach for Sting, which hung just behind an old coat he kept by the door. 

“You look upon me as an enemy, Bilbo Baggins. Surely these few months haven’t changed things between us so much.” 

Bilbo immediately stopped reaching for his sword. The spike of fear turned to joy. “Thorin?!” 

The bulky figure passed into the light of Bilbo’s entryway, revealing the most welcome face of the King Under the Mountain. Thorin smiled, the corners of his eyes wrinkling. “You sound surprised. Did you not invite us? Shall I go?” He motioned behind him.

Bilbo stood there staring at Thorin. They hadn’t seen each other in many, many months. When he’d left Erebor, Thorin was still under the care of Tauriel, whose Elven healing had saved him a mere breath from death’s door. Even then, his recovery had been long and slow, and Bilbo wasn’t certain that the King of Erebor would have the strength to make the journey to the Shire.

But now, here he was, standing right in front of him. Bilbo stared at him, and as he did, familiar, confusing feelings bubbled to the surface. He was somehow more handsome and noble than even his memory. He looked hale and healthy, though one hand held a silver-topped cane.

“Well?” asked Thorin with a roll of amused thunder in his tone. “Can I come in? I won’t do you the dishonour of pushing my way in uninvited as my kin and I once did.”  

“Oh yes! Yes of course. You are most welcome. Most welcome, indeed. Come, come,” Bilbo reached out to catch Thorin’s arm and pull him inside. He looked past him and stepped out onto the porch. He’d expected a gaggle of dwarves to be in Thorin’s company, but the lane was quiet save for the singing of cicadas.  “You’re alone?” 

“I left my company behind in Bree, where they will stay for the night. They will make their way here tomorrow. But I wanted to come ahead, to see you before the madness of the celebration to come.” 

Bilbo closed the rounded door and found himself staring at Thorin again. He wore a travelling cloak, but as the weather was still mild, it was not rimmed in fur. Even without that added bulk, the broad set of his shoulders was apparent. 

Bilbo reached for the cloak, and Thorin shrugged it off into his hands. He staggered under the weight of it. “Please, come in. Have a seat. I’ll make us some tea. Are you hungry?” He bustled off and gently set the heavy cloak on an armchair, then made his way back to the kitchen. He rocked on his feet, his whole body humming with unexpected excitement and a touch of nerves. 

Thorin rested his cane against the wall. He stood a bit askance and it was clear he was favouring the side where the orc blade had cut him clean through and nearly taken his life. “I wish nothing of you but your company, Bilbo. But…” he grinned softly, “...a cup of tea would not go amiss.”

“Right! I’ll get right on that. I’ve got some lovely cakes as well. The food is quite horrible in Bree. You’re probably dying for a bit of proper food after so long on the road. I’ll…”

Bilbo’s bustling was stopped in its tracks when Thorin caught his arm.

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