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multific · 7 months

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A Life We Can Have

Beorn x Reader

Warnings: injury

Summary: After an unlucky night where you were chased by Orcs, your life forever changes when a huge bear saves you.

You wake up with a sudden realization.

You had no idea where you were, or how you got there.

All you could recall from the night before was that a bunch of Orcs were after you as you ran through the woods.

With a bleeding leg and a possibly broken wrist, you tried to dodge their arrows.

You ran fast but they managed to catch up. One of their wolves bit your ankle, making you fall and let out a groan of pain.

You could recall the loud noises the orcs made, you remember crying and the pain in your ankle and wrist getting worse.

Then a giant bear came out of nowhere and killed them all.

Your last thought was that you would be the dinner for this bear. You weren't exactly sure what happened after that at all.

But somehow, you woke up in this rather nice and cosy house.

As you moved, you let out a groan, the pain in your body finally setting in. You ran for so long, your feet hurt. Your ankle hurt where the wolf bit you and your wrist hurt because you fell and injured it.

You looked around the house, but no one was there.

You thought a giant might have lived there, given how huge everything was.

You were only a simple human, but you were well aware of all creatures that lived on this Earth with you. But you had no clue what kind of a creature would live in such a house.

You slowly got off the bed and made your way over to the table where you found bread, so you took a little.

This is when you hear the noise of someone chopping wood.

Being mindful of your leg, you slowly walked out and this is when you saw him.

His back was to you, and you took a moment to take him in.

He was huge, he easily chopped the wood with his giant axe. His back was covered in scars and along his spine he had hair going down, it looked more like fur.

A very hairy man, but who were you to judge?

You heard stories of a beast living alone in the woods. He cared for the animals but he didn’t like company.

A fierce man, who was now chopping wood in front of you.

You weren’t sure if you should talk to him or not, one thing was for sure, you didn’t want to startle him.

“Umm.” you started but as soon as you did he turned around, with that huge axe in his hands.

“You should be resting, you hurt your leg very badly.”

“I-I did but… Am I at your house?”

“Yes.” he replied with a lot of annoyance in his voice and you nodded.

“So, you saved me last night from the bear? Thank you.”

“Go back to bed. I’ll prepare some tea once I finish chopping the wood.” you didn’t argue, why would you? Or rather how could you?

The man was huge but you saw him more as a gentle person, despite his rough edges.

And you also feared that instead of the wood, he would chop you in half.

You just slowly moved back into the house and sat on the chair by the huge table. Your leg did hurt and your wrist was throbbing a little, but your mind was still running at a hundred miles. You tried to recall what happened but couldn’t.

You knew you fainted, but then what happened to the bear? Did this man scare it away? Did he fight it?

He did look rather dangerous with his axe. Maybe he could take the bear in a fight.

Whoever this man was, he certainly lived alone, looking around his home it was cosy, but it didn’t have the touch of a female, clearly, he was a bachelor. Not that it was a problem, it was only an observation on your part.

You needed to think of other things because if you didn’t, the pain would hit you.

You heard him enter through the door as he soon headed for the stove. In complete silence, he started to make tea for you as you munched on the bread you took earlier.

He clearly didn’t have many visitors. You watched as he worked, trying your best to ignore the pain, you watched his hands work, you watched as a shackle was on his wrist, it must have been there for some time now.

He soon put a cup in front of you.

“Drink it and leave.”

“Uhm, but my ankle…” you were very much up playing the pain. It made the huge man in front of you groan.

“Alright, you can stay until you get better. I’m not too fond of visitors.”

Clearly. But he will have to deal with you because you don’t plan on leaving anytime soon. Especially not when there are Orcs in these woods and you have only one working leg.

Even if the pain wasn’t that bad, you still preferred the comfort of a home over the cold floors of the forest.

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"What is this?" you asked him as you munched on the deliciousness in your hand.

"Honey cake."

"I really like it." you said. "Did you make it yourself?"

"I did."

"It's really really good."

He didn't reply, but you didn't expect him to.

Your leg and wrist felt much much better now. His herbs worked better than magic.

You also noticed that slowly, he warmed up to you. He even offered you his smaller room so you didn't have to sleep on the hay or floor.

He was a strange man.

Affectionate, yet he looked afraid of it.

You could see that deep down, he was a very warm person. However, the terrible things that happened to him, made him cold.

Winter was near.

So Beorn told you that you will need to help him with his farm and animals. You had no problem with that. Given that you grew up on a farm, and you loved to help.

And by the time the snow arrived, his home was ready for the harsh winter.

And so were you.

You made clothes for yourself and him. He didn't really want to take the clothing but now, he wore it every day. He said it was so warm, he enjoyed it.

It filled you with pride that he wore the clothes you made, he ate the food you prepared and he listened to you.

In return one evening, he told you a story, a story of his own, his terrible past and what he went through.

You cried that day, letting the tears fall as he reached over to wipe your tears away.

"Why are you crying?" he asked.

"My heart breaks for you. No one deserves that kind of torture." you said as you lifted your hand and touched the shackle on his wrist.

That day, Beorn promised himself he would never tell you another story of his.

He hated to see you cry.

He wanted to see you laugh, like you laughed when you played with his horses or bees.

How or when you became so important to him was a mystery to Beorn, but here he was now.

He sat in his chair as he watched you, you were making a blanket. You said his house was rather cold for you, so you needed something warm. He wanted to offer that he could sleep with you so you wouldn't be cold but he didn't want to cross that line.

He was sure you only viewed him as a friend and nothing more.

You often found yourself babbling and telling him stories. Stories he most likely would call nonsense.

But in truth, he loved listening to you talk. Every story he remembers and could recall at any moment.

One evening, after dinner, you just sat on the couch he made for you, you cuddled up with your blanket and a book when Beorn joined you. It was snowing heavily outside, so he wouldn't go out for his usual runs.

He sat down and you offered him a smile before you looked back at your book.

But out of the corner of your eye, you could see he was staring at you.

"Is there something on my face?" you asked but he shook his head, no.

He was behaving strangely. You tried your best to focus on your book but it was difficult.

"What are your plans once winter is over?" oh, he wanted you out of his hair.

"I-I-You don't have to worry, I'll leave as soon as I wouldn't freeze to death in the woods. I really appreciate your hospitality and I don't want to bother you longer than needed," you said but didn't look at him.

"It's no bother. I was asking only because then we could make you a bed."

"I have a bed." you looked at him, confused.

"You have a mattress, I was thinking of making a bedframe, so it is more comfortable."

"So you want me to stay?"

"Only if you want to."

"I would love to. I enjoy your land very much. The beautiful trees and the animals. I can only imagine what it must look like during the spring."

"Is my home the only thing you enjoy about being here?" you looked at his face as he avoided your eyes.

"What are you asking?" your voice was quiet, and he finally looked at you.

"I grew very fond of you, I never imagined myself in this situation, but... Love is not something I believe I deserve. I am a monster, my past is... awful. I do not deserve such a flower like you. But I also won't be able to let you go. Only if you reject my feelings- I want you to be happy here with me. But if you choose to leave, I won't force you to stay." his words honestly surprised you, you never expected him to confess to you.

"I would love to stay with you. I just wasn't sure of your feelings. You hide them very well."

"It is a skill I learned." you smiled at his comment.

He moved towards you and you moved with him, he pulled you into his arms and you never felt warmer.

It was quiet, you could hear his heartbeat and the fire crackle behind you.

"You deserve happiness as much as anyone." you said as he tightened his hold around you.

"Thank you." he whispered and he just held you for hours.

It was the first time in his life that someone touched him with care and affection for what felt like years.

And slowly, he started to believe he deserved this happiness.

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Spring arrived with flowers.

As the snow melted and everything began to bloom, your love fully bloomed.

You looked at Beorn as he tended to the bees.

You followed him to his goats and helped him feed his horses.

A smile never once leaves your lips. And he is much the same.

Then you cooked lunch for both of you, he loved your cooking and you were happy to make him anything he wanted.

Given how fresh and amazing his crops were, it was easy to prepare something amazing.

Then after dinner, the two of you would go to sleep in his bed, him holding you close to his chest.

It was a simple life, but it was all you could hope for.

You often catch him smiling even if it's a small one.

You make him happy and he makes you happy.

This was the life you always wanted.

Although you never imagined you would have it with a man who can turn into a bear, you weren't complaining.

He was your bear.

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betyloca · 2 months

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Imagine: being a skinchanger girl traveling with Thorin's company and thinking that you were the last one until you met Beorn in his bear form.

You were inside Beorn's house while the company was sleeping, you were very curious about him.

You believed for a long time that you were the last of your kind, you got up from where you were sleeping and walked silently towards the door to leave.

You were excited to meet someone like you. You began to walk cautiously when you felt something behind you watching you. You turned to look and saw a giant bear.

y/n: hello

You said as you sat on the grass not wanting to show any threat.

Y/n: I'm Y/n.

You saw how he approached you until he was inches from your face, you let him sniff you.

Y/n: I'm a skin changer like you.

He looked at you for a few seconds until you saw him leave for a moment you stayed sitting you thought maybe he was upset a few minutes passed until you saw a very tall man without a shirt facing you

Beorn: I'm Beorn.

You stood up from where you were sitting with a smile on your face.

Y/n: what a cute name

He crouched down to your height to look at you, inspecting you.

Beorn: I thought it was the last one.

Y/n: well here I am

you said as you smiled excitedly you saw how he smiled a little.

Beorn: What are you doing with a group of dwarves?

Y/N: I'm on a mission to take your home back from a dragon.

You saw how he frowned, it seems he didn't like that.

Beorn: You're still a child, you can't go on a mission like that, I can't allow it.

Y/N: Well, what a shame, you have a stubborn girl.

Beorn: Will you come back?

you said as he walked into the house.

Y/N: If I plan to come back, I just found a person who can put up with my antics, you won't get rid of me easily.

He smiled as he walked in behind you. It was exciting to see another skinchanger alive, but this one was more stubborn.

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meganlpie · 3 months

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Growing Love

Based on this request: I do have a story request for your the hobbit book. I was thinking of possibly the reader staying at Beorn’s and the grow to love each other overtime and they eventually admit it to each other.

Here you are! My apologies for the wait. *Beorn is NOT mine and is the property of JRR Tolkien.*

Warnings: Mostly fluff, slight angst(?), first time writing Beorn. Reader is described as being shorter than Beorn. Beorn is theorized to be anywhere from 7'3"(220.98cm) to 12'(365.76cm) tall.

Pairings: Beorn x reader

When you had first accidentally stumbled upon the house in the woods, you thought you would die. After all, there was a giant, great bear right on your heels. You managed to find a small space to hide where the bear couldn't get you. A few hours later, after the bear had left and you calmed down, you were approached again by a very large man. While you were intimidated, he did not seem to want to hurt you. In fact, upon hearing your story, he offered you a place to stay.

You grew to enjoy working alongside Beorn. You cooked together, took care of the livestock and ponies together, and kept bees together. But your favorite thing to do with Beorn was work in his garden. For such a large being, Beorn was as gentle as could be with his garden. He talked to his plants, nurturing them the way a parent would a child. He taught you about the various things he grew and how to care for them.

Time passed as you stayed with Beorn while you were trying to figure out where to go and what to do. Some days, you felt like a burden to the skin-changer. Still he never said anything like that to you nor did it seem that he was tiring of your company. You often caught him staring at you in what appeared to be deep contemplation. Like you were a riddle he couldn’t solve. One day, you would figure out exactly what Beorn was thinking.

Beorn had given you your own patch of land to grow flowers alongside his crops. You were tending to those flowers one morning when you felt Beorn’s eyes on you again. “Is something wrong?” you asked him, straightening up. He cleared his throat as if he were embarrassed to be caught staring. He paused for a moment, contemplating his words carefully. Given his usual brash nature, you were happy to wait for him to get his thoughts together.

“I have discovered something. Something unusual,” he replied after a bit. You cocked your head to the side as you gazed up at his face. “Oh?” He nodded and brought a hand up to his chin, the manacle on his wrist jingling slightly. “The thought of you…leaving. It does not please me. At all. I find myself getting rather angry at it. I had heard of feelings like this, but did not believe in them.”

His confession threw you for what felt like hours. His intense gaze never left your face as he watched you take in what he’d said. “I…are you saying that you care for me?” You could have smacked yourself at how unsure you sounded. He nodded once but then his brows furrowed. “Perhaps care is not a strong enough word. I believe what I feel for you is deeper. Much deeper than simply caring.”

You felt your entire body heat up. Was he really saying what you thought he was? “Beorn? Are you telling me that you might love me?” He thought for a moment before confirming your words. “Yes. My love for you has grown, I believe, much like the blooms you have tended to. A tiny idea, a seed, of what life could be with you by my side for the rest of our days began this and now, like your flowers, I feel something blossoming and maturing in my heart that I have long thought was incapable of such things. And now I need to know if the same can be said of you. Do you-Could you…love me?

A smile crept its way to your lips before you could stop it. Beorn simply stared at you until you realized that you hadn’t answered him after nearly a minute. “Beorn, of course I could love you. It is possible that I already do and have been denying myself the joy of it, thinking you would eventually tire of me and I would have to leave.” You removed your gardening gloves and slowly reached over to take one of Beorn’s hands in yours.

“We could live a thousand ages and I would not tire of you,” he admitted slowly. You beamed up at him as tears of joy pricked at your eyes. Beorn smiled down at you but suddenly stiffened. Your brows furrowed as he straightened up and sniffed the air. “What is it?” you asked in confusion.

“Orcs. Get inside, bar the door, and don’t come out until I return.” You knew better than to argue. Instead, you merely agreed and Beorn turned to leave. Before he got too far, you called out to him. He glanced back at you over his shoulder. “I love you,” you confessed. He smiled again. “And I you. Now go. I shall return.” You quickly ran inside, the door barely closed behind you when you heard the growling of a great bear. “Be safe,” you whispered. You had no idea that, very soon, a company of dwarves, a wizard, and hobbit would change your lives completely.

(a/n: I hope I did Beorn justice. I have one more request for him on my list)

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itsthesinbin · 10 months

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wrote some beorn porn while the internet was out hope u enjoy it

no warnings on anything iirc

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Beorn was an interesting man. A tall, gruff Skin-Changer who was more gentle to animals than most. You got to witness his affections toward his animal friends in more depth than your previous companions would.

You were in Thorin Oakenshield's company for a time, having joined the same time as Bilbo did from your own, private, circumstances. The Hobbit had been a wonderful roommate, kind from making you food to tending your goose eggs when you'd whack your head on his too-short ceiling. Even protecting you as best he could from those nasty goblins, same as the rest of the company.

But luck would not be on your side in that faithful battle. A sword slashing through your poorly-fitting armor, an arrow in a leg and a crack to the skull left you too injured to join them on the rest of their journey. You tried your best to fight with Thorin, but even Bilbo knew you would be even more of a liability than he was at this point in time.

Once the eagles dropped you off and you were carried to the next stop in the journey, you knew that it would be your last. Gandalf had managed to convince the Skin-Changer to, at least, let you recover before trying to send you on your way. Splintered bones and pierced flesh took time to heal, however.

Beorn was more than a gracious host, going as far as to hand feed you the first week and a half where you were too weak to do it yourself. Face too swollen to chew anything more than softened bread and honey and eyes unable to even see the fork you'd need for anything else. Hands trembling too harshly to allow you to lift one of his already massive cups. Massive for you, at least, since Beorn was a massive man as is.

When he couldn't be with you- be it tending to his bees or being gone throughout the night as a bear- his animal companions kept you company. Dogs would fetch things and a very kind sheep let you use her wooly body as a pillow. Ponies knelt down to let you grab on so you could hobble your way to a prepared bath. His animals were just as kind as he was. Thankfully, not as gruff.

One night, your wrappings needed changing. Thankfully, the blood and puss had stopped, but you were still sweating through them like crazy. The tender skin of your cut torso made it near impossible to change without pain. You tried to keep quiet, and usually it worked, but tonight it was near unbearable. Your animal friends had left you alone for the night, as they always did on nights like this. No wool to muffle the noise and no fur to pet to calm you down.

Without knocking, the door to your little guest room swung open. Hastily, you moved to cover yourself as Beorn's shadow fell over you. Even in the low candlelight, his eyes shone brightly and bore into your own.

Without breaking his gaze from yours, he made his way over to you. Neither of you spoke as he dropped himself next to you. Gently, he took the bandages from your trembling fingers. He pulled the blanket away, and you felt your cheeks flush slightly with a flustered heat.

Slowly, he began to wrap your bandages for you. A gentle nudge to lift an arm or tilt forward was all it took to get his point across.

"I have heard your struggles more often than you think, little rabbit," he murmured. You averted your eyes with a small sigh. You guess you weren't as good as hiding it as you thought.

"Rabbit, huh?" You couldn't help but ask. Beorn had called Bilbo that a time or two as well, but with you the nickname felt more… intimate. He hummed, smoothing the bandages before sliding a hand down your back. You couldn't help but jolt slightly.

"Jittery. Jumpy. Like an injured rabbit, trapped with a bear." There was something in his voice as he spoke. A hunger that made a lump grow in your throat. You forced yourself to look up at him.

"Trapped? Does the bear plan to actually harm me, when I can't defend myself? Have his fill of me?" Beorn let out a grunt in response. A large hand slid up your back again, carefully turning you more toward him. His free hand went up an arm. A shoulder. A cheek.

"Harm? I do not think I would have it in me. Have my fill, however…" He tilted your head up further, leaning down toward you. Your eyes trailed down his face, before flicking back up to meet his own.

"Only if the little, injured rabbit would put their trust in me." His voice was low in your ears, barely above a whisper. He held you in such a way that you knew you could escape his hands if you wished, even with your minimal ability to move. The way he held you was intoxicating, however. Just as his scent and his warmth was.

"Hard not to, after you've taken such good care of me," you replied, leaning forward to meet him. He hummed out a noise so deep it was almost a growl, capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

To say there had been no tension between you two would have been a lie. The way he had fed you had gotten softer. The way he had tended your wounds had gotten much more intimate. A few times you needed help bathing, and even you couldn't miss the way his eyes swept over your body. A darkness to his eyes that gave away every thought he had. You had ignored it, just in case you were reading the wrong signals.

Now that he had your head tilted back, hands on your face and tongue in your mouth, you cursed yourself for being willfully oblivious. You held onto his wrists, feeling yourself become hazy from the smell of honey that seemed to follow him everywhere.

He finally pulled himself from you, helping you tilt back to lay against the pillows. You both knew there wouldn't be much for you in the way of moving. He hardly seemed to care, however, as he took the time to ease your too-large pants down your legs. You hissed as your injured leg was moved, but he simply muttered something in a language you didn't recognize- not that you recognized many languages here, besides the common tongue. It sounded like an apology, however, if the way his thumb grazed the recently-wrapped bandages around your thigh were any indication of his intent.

His lips returned to yours, only for a moment, before they trailed down your jaw. You melted against him and the bed, leaning your head to the side so he could do as he pleased. "Doing as he pleased" led to him nipping and sucking on your neck in hopes of leaving marks.

One of his hands trailed down, sliding along your skin and faintly dragging his nails to make you shiver. It settled between your legs, nudging your thighs open. You reached up, an arm going around one of his shoulders to card your fingers through his hair. He let out a pleased noise against your neck.

You wanted to reach over with the other hand, but the moment it tried crossing over your chest you sucked in a painful gasp of air. Immediately, one of Beorn's hands grasped your own. He set it back in its place carefully, rising from your neck. A stern, but gentle, look in his eye.

"Your injuries do not heal just for this," he said, "let me take care of you as I have been." You grumbled slightly, feeling a heat in your face at his commanding tone. You nodded, however, and Beorn smiled slightly.

To distract you, he brought himself back in for a kiss- more rough and ever so slightly desperate compared to the others. The hand between your legs finally sprang to life, pressing and rubbing against you in a way that made your hips jerk. You couldn't help the small moan that escaped you as your body relaxed further.

Slowly, he left you to remove his own clothes. Not that it took long- his clothes were large and loose, made to remove quickly should he need to change. You were thankful for that as he hurriedly returned to your side.

His hand returned, and you knew this time it was in preparation for the next step. He was a massive man, and he needed you as relaxed and open as possible. After all of this, hurting you was the farthest thing from his mind.

You couldn't help but groan as his fingers slipped inside. Your hips arched and your head dropped back. He moved slowly, deliberately, in a way that would get you to loosen up for him. Your hips rolled in response, trying to get more from him.

Unable to stop himself from much longer, he removed his fingers once again. You whined, only getting a chuckle from him as he got between your legs. He slid his length against you, drawing a shudder and a breathless moan from you. Beorn, himself, let out another low growl at the feel of you.

"Been a long time since I've felt this," he grunted as he pushed in slowly. Your breath hitched at the sensation. He growled, deep and animalistic, as he thrusted into you.

He hauled your hips up- careful of your injuries- and your uninjured leg hooked around his waist. He slid a hefty pillow underneath your weak leg, keeping it elevated so it wouldn't be too uncomfortable. Your hands found his face and pulled him back down for a searing kiss. He held you so sweetly, so securely, you couldn't help but melt against him. Never had anyone treated you so carefully- like you were ready to break. It was just as intoxicating as the honey and cream he'd fed you over your time here.

His mouth found your neck again, hips settling into a nice rhythm as he left new marks on your skin. You felt his sharp teeth scrape and drag along your throat. Such trust you had in the bear, to let his jaws near your neck. Not that he had given you any reason not to trust him.

"Beorn," you murmured in his ear, voice pleading. He let out a low hum, before speeding up. His fingers dug into the meat of your hips, claws pricking your skin delightfully. You gripped onto him as his eager lips moved upward again. He moaned, low and heavy, into your mouth. You couldn't stop the whimper in return.

One of his arms moved, going around your back to cradle you against his strong chest. You whined loudly as you arched up against him. You felt yourself ready to snap, like a coil wound too tight. If his moans and growls were any indication, he felt the same.

You let one of your hands wander down between your legs. You moaned, matching his pace with your hand. He snarled out, latching onto your shoulder with his sharp teeth. You knew you would be bleeding, but neither of you cared in the moment.

You finally snapped, gasping out as you came around him. His growl traveled through your trembling body. He fucked you through it, causing you to cry out in overwhelming pleasure.

He let go of your shoulder as he reared his head back. He moaned, loud and long, as he dragged you as close as possible. He breathed hard, bucking and grinding up into you, as he rode out his own orgasm. Beorn held you suffocatingly close, the heat from him surrounding you completely.

Slowly, you both began to calm down. He panted into your neck, careful not to put too much weight on your upper body. He carefully removed himself from you, settling you back on the bed and pillows. He stood, grabbing a clean cloth and medicine to clean you and dress your newest wound.

"Apologies," he said as he cleaned the new blood from your shoulder. You hissed slightly at the sting, but smiled anyway.

"Can't say I'm upset at having the mark of the bear on me," you teased. His hands stilled for a moment, and you saw him swallow thickly. He made quick work of your wound afterward.

Once you were cleaned, he edged himself under the blankets next to you. His large arms gathered you up, pulling you toward him. You shifted, grunting slightly as you attempted to get comfortable.

"… Stay. With me," he muttered against your temple. You froze for a moment, before looking up at him. You were stunned. He brushed your hair back.

"You have only the Hobbit to return to, do you not? He is a fine fellow, but… you do not care for him as I've seen you do for me." He turned slightly, helping you lay against him better. You chewed on your lip in thought.

It was true. Before the Company, all you had was Bilbo and Bag End. After the Company, you had him, the Dwarves, and Gandalf. Now… You had Beorn. The man who had nursed you to health while your companions traveled on.

You didn't blame them for leaving- okay, maybe a little. You knew Thorin's quest was important, however, so you tried not to let it cloud your judgement of them. But Thorin wasn't the one that hand fed you after your jaws and eyes had swollen nearly shut. Bilbo wasn't the one that took the time to bathe you when you couldn't move. None of them were here to hold you.

"… I've never really taken care of a homestead before," you joked. Beorn couldn't help but laugh, a small shake of his head joining the sound. He got comfortable with you, rubbing a hand up and down your back.

"I can teach you, once you are healed. Now rest." he reached over, blowing out the candle and allowing the moonlight to keep the room lit. He pulled the blanket more securely around you- not that you needed it, since the Skin-Changer was so warm you figured you'd wake up sweating later.

You threw an arm around him, a teddy bear of pure muscle to hold throughout the night. You knew you were safe with him, and drifted off to sleep fast. Usual nightmares of goblins and orcs replaced by sweet dreams of bears and bees and wildflowers. For the first time in a while, you slept peacefully. And for that, you'd be grateful.

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allexthakatt · 1 year

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Helloooo! My name is Allex, I'm 24, and I still love fan fiction. 𝕀𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒 𝕡𝕙𝕒𝕤𝕖.

THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG! MINORS ARE REALLY NOT WELCOME!

Wanna read what I got? Heres my MASTERLIST!

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!! Even if you don't really request, I love talking to people! Please feel free to ask or even just send a message <3

Heres who I'll write for::

STRANGER THINGS ⬇️

Eddie Munson 🦇

Steve Harrington 💅

CRIMINAL MINDS ⬇️

Dr. Spencer Reid

Luke Alvez

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

LORD OF THE RINGS ⬇️

Legolas Greenleaf 🏹

Eomer

Aragorn 👑

Boromir

Faramir

Merry

Pippin

Frodo

Sam

THE HOBBIT ⬇️

Thranduil

Fili

Kili

Thorin

Bofur

Beorn

BALDURS GATE ⬇️

Astarion

Halsin

Gale

Dammon

STARDEW VALLEY ⬇️

Sam

Shane

Elliot

Sebastian

Harvey

Alex

. The things I write::

SMUT! oo la la ~ 🥵

ANGST! ouch... ❤️‍🔥

HURT/COMFORT! cuddles.. ❤️‍🩹

FLUFF! kisses? 💗

I do mostly f!reader BUT if you'd like I can do gender neutral! Reader too!

Have fun reading ✨

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shirefantasies · 1 month

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Hi, I hope you doing good. Can i have a matchup for LOTR and/or HOBBIT please 💐 Firstly English not my first language. I'm autistic. I'm genderfluid, bisexual with male preference.I have long black wavy hair. I have thick black eyebrows, brown eyes. I always have rosy chubby cheeks. I have braces. My body is curvy with very big chest and little tummy. My eyebrows are constantly furrowed. Also I'm 172 cm. I'm Libra. If you interested, my mbti Infp and my enneagram 5w4. I always have poker face. I'm very outspoken, stubborn. I always doing my job alone. I find it difficult to express my feelings and prefer to isolate myself. My best feature is that I know a little about everything, I always surprise people. Those who know me for the first time describe me as cold, scary, quiet, unapproachable and distant, mature. But at heart I'm compassionate and helpful, works for the good of people. And they often think I can't speak and I'm deaf but I'm not. People say I'm extremely chaste. When I enter an environment, I listen to what people say and get to know them well, I decide if there is anyone worth talking to. I'm only close to two or three people. They describe me as cold, soft inside, calm, sarcastic, resourceful and knowledgeable. I am usually a rebellious person. I am the person who stands against injustices and lies in an environment. They say I make clever jokes and I'm the mom-friend. Actually i like to help everyone and it works automatically without me noticing. I will help anyone by giving my all. And i hate phsyical touch. My love language is words of affirmation. If I talk about myself, I've always been on my own. I have family problems, I was never close with my father. Even though we are side by side with my mother, we are distant. I'm just my own mom and dad. That's why I've always focused on academic achievement for salvation. And I think I'm very good at it. My hobbies are drawing, sewing, writing and researching, especially about mythology, cultures, politics, history, fashion. I like to visit second-hand and antique markets. I'm someone who doesn't like to waste money but cares about clothing. I always wear my headphones and listen to music, i listen every genre. I like silence, soft colors, being alone, flowers (especially honeysuckle), spring and breeze. I don't like crowds, noise, children, loud talkers and shiny things. I always wear colorful clothes with floral prints or all black. I also wear interesting earrings and different printed socks. And finally, I don't really have an ideal type. I love every person. I like the fact that there are different people. And I don't believe in love. If I'm going to be with someone, I'll be happy if we have respect, compassion, and loyalty to each other. It is enough that we are in harmony with each other. If I am with someone, I am clearly their mother.

You sure can have a matchup 💐 and your man is…

Beorn! 🐻

You are tired of the world. Tired of all its hustle and bustle and rules and unnecessary noise. It isn’t like you have family back in any of those towns and cities anyway. Nature is your true domain, the place where you can be yourself and feel harmony, stroll through fields of fragrant blooms without prying eyes…or so you think. A small patrol of orcs catches you off guard, brandishing their scimitars and chasing you deeper into the woods you had sought solace in. Your legs pump as fast as they can, but it is hardly enough. Just as you think your burning, heaving chest will give out and fail you, though, a great bear bursts from the woods, making short work of your would-be tormentors. Before your eyes the beast shrinks down, becoming a great man, and bids you simply “Come with me.”

Had you more energy you’d have tried to fight, but as it is you practically shake from the adrenaline and still feel a burning in your lungs; nodding, you just follow him down a trail and across a field to his cottage. Distant, in bloom, populated only by livestock and bumblebees. You like it. Tentatively you smile up at the towering, bearded man. “You have no home, do you?” He asks. You shake your head and he sighs. “That is what I thought.” It seemed he isn’t much one for company, either. No complaints leave his lips, though, as you set down your small pack of possessions, or as you scan the interior of his home, taking in every nook and cranny. “We eat in an hour,” the man simply says.

Beorn. You learn his name over the meal, confirm your suspicions that he, too, has his reasons for isolating from society. Tell him how beautiful his home really is as he speaks of protecting nature’s gifts and feeling no remorse for those who sully them. Respect flows through you at his words, keeps you nodding as he speaks.

When you emerge the next morning, this time clean and in a long dress of floral print, you notice the way Beorn’s bushy eyebrows rise, his expression softens. You practically challenge him as you go outside, exploring and gently tending the livestock. He says nothing, though, save following you and giving you the occasional nod at your kind treatment of his animals. “Keep my house safe,” he tells you at the end of the day, “and I keep the woods safe.” In his way, you realize, he is asking you to stay, and you agree. He makes a nicer meal this night.

Your motions in the kitchen are something of a dance, Beorn and you all but intuitively moving around the other, working in perfect rhythm. His people have many old songs to learn, and you vow to sing them as best you can as you work. Beorn cleans and bends some old metal scraps, strings a pair of acorns into new earrings for you. Payment for repairing all his blankets, he says, but you catch the faintest of smiles on his lips. Spring explodes across the meadows in great flowery bursts. Soon in your pastures a new calf is born; in a wave of excitement and celebration, Beorn lifts you up by the waist and spins you around. Both of your serious expressions bursting into true joy, utter freedom of care and concern, for the first time in too long. Some may call your life simple, your relationship confusing, but you know what you are to each other deep in your hearts of hearts and you want for nothing that your woods, your little cottage, and each other cannot provide.

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raisedinerebor · 2 years

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The Bear and The Lamb

Pairing: Beorn x reader (Platonic)

Reader type: Gender neutral

Song: Running with the wolves (Wolfwalkers version)- Aurora

Warnings: Reader injury.

An: A request from Wattpad. I'm also considering turning this into a mini series of oneshots if anyone is interested.

The world is a blur. Flying past you in streaks of green and brown as you ran. You urge your body to run faster. Willing each footfall to reach the earth sooner. To move you forward. To get away from them.

They are all around you. Baying and calling. Yelling for you in dark speech. Their laughter carries in the air.

Cold air fills your lungs. Throat burning as you pull in air. Gasping again and again as your body desperately tries to breathe. Your body shakes with every footfall. A jarring pain shooting from your feet to your hip with each step. The pain is a reminder of what's to come if you were to stop running.

It has felt like an eternity since this all began.

Another cursed yell has you choking on a sob. The Orcs seem to know as if they can feel the fear you so deeply felt.

You have no means to defend yourself. There is no shelter to seek. No aid in this peril you face.

The Valor has abandoned you.

You glide. Feet falling into a mush. Your world turns and you see the sky. Broken bits of blue between green tree tops. A broken curse leaves your lips. The ground had become slick this deep in the forest. Decaying mushrooms and wet leaves littering the ground.

The voices grow closer.

You get to your hands and knees. Clothes and skin caked in dirt and decaying things. You spit. Will your trembling body to move. To stand.

You barely make it up right before your legs are stolen from beneath you. Your head hits the ground hard enough to have you see flashing lights. Your breath leaves your lungs and you cry from it.

You sputter. Choke.

Oh gods. May they have mercy on you for you know that the Orcs will not.

It's face is grotesque as it hovers above you. The smell assaulting your nose before it's face. It's warg sniffs heavily as your chest. Thick drool wets your shirt. Teeth glide across cloth.

You shake. Cry. Tears spilling for all to see. The Orc grins showing blackened teeth against equally dark gums. It's speak is hollow. Holds nothing. Yet it seems to speak with a giddying joy. Akin to a child with a new toy.

You dread whatever cursed thing could have the Orc this joyful. Whatever it could be would surely end in your death. Or worse.

No one imprisoned by the Orcs came back the same. If they lived. Not even the Elves were saved from whatever plague the Orcs brought. As untouchable as the immortals seem.

You hear one of them fall to the ground. Twigs snapping beneath it's feet as it walks to you. A second head joins the first. This time closer. Lower to the ground more level to where you were at.

It pushes the hair from your face. It's sharp nails dance against your skin.

"A meal you will make tonight." The Orc spoke in its tongue. You wish you could understand. To be able to know fate the Gods have given you. The Orc pats your cheek. Grins and holds its hand out to revive something.

Something. You have to do something. You are to weak to move. Body held down by the wargs heavy paw. It's nails dog into your flesh. Razor sharp claws surely spill your blood on the fresh earth.

A flash catches in the scattered light. You look up. See the tops of pines sway in the wind.

You would not meet your ancestors because you were complacent. Because you refused to fight until the end.

You sucked in air between your teeth. Reached out for the dagger at the Orcs chest.

Your sudden movement left the Orc baffled. At the very least long enough for you to wrap you hand around the hand and jerk.

A scream tears through your chest. Thunders in your throat and echoes into the air.

The knife is buried to the hilt in the Orcs arm.

It yells. Curses. Pulls the blade from it's flesh.

Then plunges it into your own.

Noise. Baseless. No meaning. Leaves your lips.

Pain.

Your scream. Thrash. The Orc laughs as your breathing quickens. Becoming shorter and shorter with each pull in and out.

Pain.

The world darkens. Lights flash in your peripheral. Noises fall silent. Your body numbs. Succumbs to whatever is pulling you from the waking world.

There is yelling. Screaming. The roar of violent beasts.

Brown fur. Heavy legs. The scent of metal thick in the air.

A kind but worn face. Deep brown eyes. Rich as freshly turned earth. A voice. Deep and rumbling. Fingers on your cheek.

You are moving. Swaying high in the air. There is a heart beat in your ear. Rythmic and comforting. There is the smell of honey and woodsmoke before you fall asleep once more.

It was a struggle to keep them on this earth. Infection running rampant in their body. They have been delerious. Unaware of their surroundings. More than once he has had to lift them. Place them back I to bed. His bed.

The Bear in him wanted to go back. To finish what he had started. To further purdge his lands of Orcs. Of the filth that attacked you. Chased you. Hunted you.

Instead he took the time to heal you. Told the bear it is better to clean your wounds. Feed your shaking body good things of the earth. Healing things. He bathed you when it was necessary. To keep your wounds from becoming worse.

He clothed you in his shirt and you swam in it. It hung from your frame. But it must have brought some comfort. The sleeve of the shirt burried close to your nose.

It took a week for the fever to break. And another for the infection to leave your body.

Three days until you woke.

Your body is heavy when you wake. Cradled in warmth and woolen blankets. You groan. Swallow thickly. Trying to wet your dry mouth. Slowly you open your eyes. Blink against the dim light.

You were in a bed. Far bigger than any you have seen. The room was as equally large. The smell of woodsmoke and honey hung in the air.

You try to sit up. Stopped by a weight in your lap. You look down.

There was a lamb. It was resting until you moved. It's soft pink nose nudges your hand. You lift it. Rest your hand on the lambs head.

This was no Orc hold. It couldn't be. You had either fallen into the after life. One you would not mind so as long as the lamb was there. Or, by some miracle, the Valor had let you live.

"You are awake." You jumped. Cry out as pain rolls through you. There, in the threshold of the door. Stood the largest man you've ever met. Strong arms cross over a barreled chest.

You sink back. Pull the lamb into your arms. The man steps into the room. Kneels by the bed. Slowly he raises hand. Rests it against your cheek.

"Your fever has broke, Little Lamb. Come. Eat." The man helps you from the bed.

Your legs shook from beneath you. The lamb dancing around you sure on it's feet. When you look down you see that your clothes were different. A shirt, far to large in your frame, hung almost to the floor. Then there was the smell. The same scent of woodsmoke and honey.

When you step your knees buckle. You almost give way to the floor if it were not for the man catching you. He lifts you high into the air. Cradled in one arm close to his chest. Your face flushed and you could hear him chuckle from above you.

The lamb followed the two of you as the man walked through his home. He sat you down at the large table. It came just below your chin. You were lifted again and he places something down. Sits you upon it.

The table in now just below your chest.

He left. Disappearing behind a wall. You took that chance to admire his home. Drinking in the stunning carvings in the support beams. Marveling at just about everything. The cozy feel of a well lived in home. The large honey bees buzzing around your head.

You jumped when a large cup in placed before you. How had he done that without you hearing him?

"Eat Lamb. You must regain your strength. To much was lost in your healing." He sat. Drank from his own cup.

The drink was a sweet cream with it he gave you honeyed bread. It had nuts and some tart fruits. You ate until you felt close to bursting. The entire time the man watched you a tabacco pipe at his lips if he were not drinking.

You looked down to the crumbling bread in your hands. Set it onto a plate. Crumbled some on the table as a small white mouse came sniffing.

You looked to him. Heart pittering in your chest. "Why?" You spoke at last. "How?" You asked. How had this man saved you? Lost deep within the forest far away from your home. And why? What did you mean to him for him to help you?

His jaw clenched. As did the hand around his pipe. You were afraid for but a moment. His face growing soft as he saw your fear.

"I heard you Lamb. Heard your cries in my forest. Why?" He paused. "You are not the first the Orcs have chased for sport." He stood. Layed a hand on your shoulder. Engulfing it. It is then you see the heavy shackle around his wrist. And your heart aches.

"You will heal Little Lamb. And I will be there to help." He stood. Turned to leave. You hand shoots out. Lands around his wrist. Well. Sort of. Your hand to small and his wrist to big for you to even grasp halfway around it.

"Y/n. My name is Y/n." He smiled. Nodded.

"Beorn."

#the hobbit #the hobbit x reader #beorn #beorn x reader #the hobbit beorn

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possibly-in-wonderland · 9 months

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some beorn x reader ideas im tossing in the ring

beorn patrolling and hears a scream only to find orcs surrounding a pregnant witch (6 months along), and he ends up saving her and they end up falling for each other, he helps to deliver the baby.

beorn gets caught in a modified bear trap the orcs set out, a young woman finds him and aids the oddly massive bear, not knowing that that is, in fact, the "fabled" skin-changer himself. the entire time she's helping him she's just comforting and cooing at the bear. she leads him to a river near his house and cleans his wrist and leaves for a moment to get her bag, only to turn around and find a behemoth of a man sitting there staring at her, his wrist is kinda bloody.

beorn x chaotic!lapicentaur!reader (bunny centaur) (im well aware lapicentaurs aren't chaotic, but have you ever owned a rabbit? no? then stfu)...i can only imagine this relationship being grumpy x sunshine

#the hobbit #beorn x reader #beorn

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luna-redamancy · 2 years

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Happy 4 year Tumblrversary! ❤️ If you’ve got time, would you please write a little something for Beorn using prompt 16? Love you and your work ☺️

Hi, lovey! Thank you so much! Also- thank you for all your help through the years with prompts, ideas, and beta-reading to help me figure out where to go with a fic. I hope you enjoy this:

“Listen to me,” Beorn held your face in his hands, heart melting as you looked up at him with teary eyes. The orcs were so close, the growls of their wargs making you tremble.

“The second I get out there, you run out the back stables, down the hill, and toward the thicket.”

Beorn’s voice was calm despite how nervous he was, practically trembling himself.

“Climb the big oak tree and get up as high as you can, and stay as silent as possible,” He instructed you, looking you in the eyes while stroking your cheekbones with his thumbs in calming circular motions. The wargs were getting closer, and you just began to realize how in danger you two were.

“What about you?” You couldn’t help but ask, wanting to know why he would risk himself in this situation, why he would send you on your own instead of going with you.

Instead of responding to your question, Beorn pressed his lips against yours. His kisses earlier this evening were full of wild passion and love, but now? Now they were laced with fear and pressing ever so gently on your lips, pausing to savor the feeling. Who knew when…Or if, he would ever get to lay eyes on you again, much less feel your lips press against his own.

“I’ll get you as much time as I can,” Beorn said once you two separated, closing his eyes to relish the skin of your face beneath his hands before pulling away from you entirely.

“Do you remember my instructions?” He asked, pausing at the door.

“Yes,” You said, voice wavering as fear coursed through your body.

“Good.” He grunted, turning to look at you.

“Just in case… Remember this.” Beorn gave you a rare smile.

“I love you, my gentle mouse.”

“Bear–” Before you could say anything else, he flung the door open, body rippling as he shifted into his bear form. Tears stinging at the back of your eyes, you fled the house.

You never got to say you loved him back.

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multific · 1 year

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Our Little Cub

Beorn x Reader

Summary: Domestic life with your teddy bear.

Your husband has been away for a couple days now on a hunt. You knew how he liked to make sure the entire forest was safe. You assumed he found something or someone as he will be back soon. You knew very well your husband would never leave you behind or do anything reckless.

But you also knew he definitely was in for a surprise.

Small little Aiden only learned that he has the ability to turn into the smallest cutest little cub.

You were delighted by the sight when you discovered it one morning. Instead of the cute little baby, it was a small little bear cub.

"Hi, Honey Bee." you told the little kid as he made little noises. "Aren't you the cutest?"

You were slightly worried when you gave birth that the baby you had would not be a skin changer, given you were a human. So you were absolutely thrilled to see the small baby cub.

"Your Papa is going to be thrilled as well." you said as you started feeding him.

Ever since that day, Aiden didn't turn back to human. Which didn't worry you, you knew he would need to learn his powers. But you did make a note every day that passed.

You got used to the little cub pretty easily. You did notice that he loved to be outside. He loved to be around the bees and the goats definitely interested him a lot.

You smiled as you watched him crawl around your garden, you of course let him explore but you still had one eye on him.

Aiden was definitely an active and very curious baby.

You lifted him into your arms before heading inside.

"Time for a nap." you said as he yawned and you put him in his little bed.

Aiden fell asleep rather quickly as you moved back to the kitchen to clean up and also outside to make sure all of his things were gathered.

This is when you saw Beorn. Entering the garden as he closed the gate behind himself.

You smiled and ran towards him.

He quickly lifted you up, kissing you.

"I missed you." you said as he slowly put you down.

"I missed both of you as well, where's my little one?"

"Taking a nap. You should go and see him, we have a surprise." you said as you grabbed his hand, slowly and quietly making your way inside.

"Look at him." you said as you pushed him towards Aiden's room.

Beorn slowly walked in, looking into the little bed he made with his own hands just for his child.

Then, he saw his son, well who he assumed to be his son, it was a small brown bear.

"He changed by himself. I found him like this three days ago." you looked up at him, you could see on his face he was really happy.

"My Love, he is a skin changer." he stated the obvious as he looked at you and smiled.

"You are no longer the only one. But Beorn is it normal for him to change this early? Isn't he too young?"

"Everyone goes through it at different ages. It can last for days the first time because it is not... voluntary. So, he is doing really good." he run a finger down his little cub's back. Watching as the small bear moved a little in his sleep.

"Let's leave him to sleep then." you said as both of you made your way out of the room and into the kitchen where you were halfway done with dinner. "Can you tell me where were you?"

"I got tangled up with Gandalf again, and since we couldn't go through certain... villages because of me, it took longer. I didn't want to leave you for so long, I won't do it again, Honey. I promise."

"We were fine, and your help was needed. I understand and I'm sure your son does too. I told him how his papa was out there saving or helping people."

Beorn smiled, imagining how you must have sat in front of the fireplace and told your son stories, it warmed his heart. He leaned down and kissed your temple.

"I love you." he said, voice barely a whisper and it made you smiled.

"I love you too."

Then both of you heard your little cub as your husband went to check on him, soon your big bear was holding your small bear in his arms, smiling like a proud papa bear.

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betyloca · 3 months

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the bear and the jaguar

Summary: You escape from a giant bear along with Thorin's company. What your host doesn't know is that you are a werejaguar.

warnings: despair / memories of death / anguish / everything softens in the end

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You were waiting next to the company for Bilbo to return. You were standing next to Gandalf, he was an old friend of yours.

He had recommended you for Thorin's company as a hunter, rather you were not a hunter but a predator, well that's how you felt.

In the distance you began to hear some familiar footsteps. It was Bilbo who had returned. Everyone turned to see him, relieved.

Gandalf: Did they see you?

Bilbo: no but...

Gandalf: What did I tell you, discreetly like a mouse?

Everyone began to agree with Gandalf. You noticed that Bilbo wanted to say something.

y/n: *screaming* silence

everyone was silent watching you

y/n: Bilbo, what did you see?

Bilbo: I wanted to tell you that there is something there and it is very big.

You could smell that there was another aroma in the air like a bear

Gandalf: I wanted it to be shaped like a bear.

Bilbo: Yes... how do you know?

Gandalf: There is a house not far from here.

Thorin: Is he friend or foe?

Gandalf: Neither of them, but it's the only way out.

We were running, the orcs were chasing us and now a bear, we had been running for a couple of hours.

Y/N: Gandalf, how much longer?

Gandalf: not much longer

I was going to protest until I heard a roar. I looked back and saw a huge bear. He looked upset.

y/n: fuck

We began to run faster until the house became visible, several came to the entrance trying to enter.

Thorin: They will open the door

I was running until I heard someone shut up, when I turned around I saw it was Bofur, I was running to help him.

y/n: quickly get up

He immediately got up and ran, he knew he wouldn't make it to the door so he started to attract the bear's attention.

y/n: *whistling* hey big guy come get me

The girl turned to look at me but started running towards me "this is a bad idea" I thought.

bofur: not my lady

I saw that he turned to see me, he tried to run towards me, but Dwalin stopped him. I saw that the bear was starting to act. I made a sign to Dwalin to take him away, and I started running towards the forest.

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I ran so much that my feet hurt. It had gotten dark, I was under a tree. There was no sign of the bear, but you could hear the grubs.

I walked stealthily until I got behind a bush. I hated the guargos and the orcs were monsters. I raised my hand to my cheek, touching the scratch scar. I began to remember the day my life changed.

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I lived in the forest with my parents, they were good, very loving people. One day I asked my father to play in the forest and he told me to be careful.

When I went out to play, I didn't realize how late it was. When I tried to come back, I heard a sound and some grunting. When I turned around, I saw golden eyes looking at me. A huge jaguar pounced on me, scratching my face.

When I woke up I was in my house, my mother said that my father found me, my mother brought a healer to check, she told them that I had the werejaguar curse, it would transform me into a jaguar.

at some point and that it was dangerous to have me around.

My parents decided not to listen to him and it happened when I turned 17, I had no control over myself and I murdered my parents.

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When I remembered that, I wondered, maybe the orcs and the guargos are not the only monsters.

I already controlled my transformation well thanks to Radagast who had found me and helped me control this power.

I started walking back to the house until I heard the sound of breaking branches I started to get closer I saw a man who was putting on a shirt he had long hair I was going to leave until I heard the sound of grunting he turned towards the sound seeing Suddenly I took off the coat I had on.

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I had finished inspecting my territory so that I did not see orcs

I was in a bad mood, I know that when I got home there would be dwarves.

I was changing thinking about where that woman was, I didn't find her anywhere and if the orcs took her, I was remembering what she was like, she had golden eyes like those of an animal.

I began to feel that someone was watching me until I heard a growl I saw that a huge guargo came out of the shadows I put myself in defense it began to growl but I was about to transform until something pounced on the guargo I saw a jaguar was biting and scratching it until The guargo took him off of him. I saw that the jaguar stood in front of me while roaring at the guargo while the animal ran away from there.

I saw how the jaguar walked with a limp on one foot, it had a wound on one of its legs.

I knelt in front of him

Beorn: Come, I won't hurt you.

I saw how he growled at me and walked

beorn: how stubborn you are

I started to be sure until I saw her go behind a tree. I saw how she changed a woman, putting on a coat over her exposed skin. She turned to look at me.

x: what the hell do you see?

beorn: you are the woman who went with the dwarves

x: how do you know that?

Beorn: I'm a shapeshifter.

x: were you the bear?

I saw her get alert

Beorn: I won't hurt you.

x: why?

beorn: you saved me so you are not a danger

x: I'm not afraid of you

beorn: you're not like me

She looked at me and seemed to relax.

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I saw this man. He seemed not to be afraid. It was strange to me that people are not afraid. When I told them, the dwarfs felt uncomfortable, but they accepted it.

y/n: what's your name?

x: beorn

y/n: I'm y/n

I saw how he smiled

beor: we should go back and heal that wound

We were walking side by side it made me feel small when we arrived I took him to his kitchen as I passed I could see how the dwarfs Bilbo and Gandalf were sleeping

I was happy that they were okay I saw Beorn walking towards me with some ointment for the wound.

beor:* sitting next to me* let's see, give me your arm

y/n: no, I do it

beorn: how stubborn you are

He said, taking my arm while he healed me. I looked at him, he had beautiful eyes. He looked up and I looked away, looking elsewhere.

Beorn: I'm done, wait here.

He got up and left, he started to inspect the house until he returned with a measure of clothes.

Beorn: You only have that coat so I brought you clothes.

I blushed when I remembered that I wasn't wearing anything under my coat.

y/n: thank you

I said taking the clothes.

beorn: behind there is a room you can change and sleep there

y/n: thank you big guy, rest

I said going into the room I could see a giant bed I sat on it and started to change my shirt it fit like a beast I put on my pants tying them with the belt of my coat I settled on the bed getting ready to get some sleep the pillows had their aroma began to fall into sleep while I thought about what would happen tomorrow

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i-did-not-mean-to · 2 years

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Early Mornings

This is for my dear friend @medusas-hairband..a character I've never written before, so please, be lenient with me <3

Words: 1,2k

Characters: Beorn x reader

Warnings: none

Beorn set down the dripping pot of honey with a low grunt that you knew to be an expression of his desire for a reaction rather than a comment on the weight of the humongous receptacle.

“Hello, my love,” you purred, pressing a kiss – your lips still chilly from the cold outside – onto his furry cheek; you would have thanked him more effusively, but you knew that he’d just as soon feel your gratitude.

Raking your nails along his nape, you witnessed the blossoming of the hesitant smile that was a clear indication of the happiness he wouldn’t readily verbalise, and your own heart warmed at the sight of his fluttering lids and stilling hands.

What a tremendous, beautiful, and slightly frightening power it was to hold this impressive being in the palm of your hand, a thousand invisible tendrils of heartstrings and thoughts coiled around your fingers so tightly that – if you were to clench your fist too abruptly – you could wound him in ways unfathomed and awful.

Today, you were expecting friends and acquaintances for a late spring celebration, and you had promised to make your famed honey-cakes – one batch for your guests and one for your beloved – hence why you had been up even before the sun had risen on this beautiful day.

Upon waking though, you had already found your bed deserted and the comforting, warm presence by your side gone; not a man of many words, Beorn often preferred showing you how much he loved both you and your skills. Hence why – without losing a single syllable about it – he had gone out to make sure you had all the ingredients you’d need readily available.

Truth be told though, you would never have perfected this recipe without him and – despite being so huge that he frightened many a stranger – your husband flowed around you like water, never standing in your way and handing you tools and bowls without hesitation.

After years of being by your side, Beorn knew every step of the procedure by heart and so he – usually so lumbering and intimidatingly stoic – danced around you in perfect synchronicity.

It never ceased to amaze you how light-footed he could be, his strong arms reaching around you gracefully to retrieve sugar and flour from the high shelves he had built with his own two hands long years ago.

“Here,” he muttered, handing you another spoon, as he knew full well that you had already tossed the last one into the sink without remembering that there were yet ingredients to be measured out.

This one was your favourite; Beorn had carved it for you according to your exact specifications to measure out sugar and honey, and you only ever cleaned it with a damp cloth to prevent the wood from cracking and splitting due to excessive exposure to water.

“Can you help stir?” you asked sweetly, but your husband merely cocked an eyebrow at you, wriggling the tiny pot containing a rare spice you loved; you always bemoaned having forgotten to sprinkle a dash into the dough whenever you prepared the cake alone and – as he was by your side this time – Beorn tried to spare you the minute disappointment that dampened your enjoyment of your own creation.

“Ah yes,” you cheered. As you made to grab the container though, his hand shot up forcefully, effectively putting it out of reach.

“A kiss,” he demanded in a low rumble that sounded much more severe than it was.

“Oh? And here I was believing you were helping me for free because you love me so,” you replied in mock vexation while your arms already snaked around his sturdy neck, “you drive a hard bargain, Sir.”

You were able to keep a straight face for another few heartbeats before your expression melted into fond amusement and you nuzzled his cheek lovingly; the kiss – teasing and sweetened by the honey you had licked off the last spoon – you pressed onto his lips spoke of all the deep devotion that ran between you like a timeless river.

There had never been much need for great declarations and passionate speeches, not when his calm, reliable presence and his strong arms were so eloquent and telling.

Beorn’s massive paw cradled your slender hand, placing the spice in it like the treasure it was even as his own mouth curled into a mischievous grin; contrary to the common conception, he was a creature of great humour whose laughter was roaring and joyful enough to make the beams of your little house tremble.

Laughing under your breath, you added a smidgeon of golden spice and leaned back into his broad chest when his arms encircled you to help you stir – as you had asked him to – by closing his hand around yours once more and pushing the thick, wooden ladle through the dense, fragrant dough together with you.

By this time, you were humming a happy tune, safe and comfortable in the arms of your beloved who pressed small kisses onto the top of your head, each one of them an admission of pride, love, and support, as you poured your marvellous concoction into the greased mould.

“Oi, down you,” your husband hissed softly and, when you turned around to stoke the fire under the oven, you found Beorn covered in small critters – eager to see what you were doing and hopefully snatch a bite – which he carefully, but not without determination, tried to wrangle without you noticing.

Moreover, the fire was already blazing merrily, and the oven was ready to welcome the fruit of your labours. As your hands were occupied, you just pressed your cheek against his torso to let him know how much you appreciated all he did for you and the warm smile of gratitude he offered you in reply almost made you drop your unbaked cake because you so longed to hug him tightly.

Times were hard, you were the first to admit it, but – in moments like the one that melted into syrupy bliss between your flour-coated fingers – it seemed bright and marvellous to you; whenever it was just the two of you – alone without ever being lonely – you could believe again that this world was worth fighting for, Beorn and the sweet companionship you shared convinced you of the immeasurable merit of all that stood to be lost.

Beorn finally shook off his insistent friends and handled the transfer into the hot oven himself while you dusted off your hands absent-mindedly; the slow, careful grin of complicity and trust he gave you over his left shoulder made your heart throb with longing though and a devious idea came to you.

“Say husband,” you purred, “we shall be confined to this hut for the next hour or so. What say you to returning to bed as we wait for the cake to be done?”

His eyebrows rose in surprise and then his warm, broad hands closed around your waist and lifted you into his arms effortlessly.

“That,” he murmured as he pressed his face into the side of your throat, “sounds like a very good idea.”

So, that's all the requests for this weekend...

Sorry for the delay, life has been crazy lately and this week will be hell :(((

I hope you liked this my dear, if not, let me try again next week :D

Lots of love ❤️

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sanisse · 2 years

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No Grave Can Hold My Body Down, I’ll Crawl Home to Her | Beorn x Fem!OC (3rd person POV)

Spice Level (1-5): 🌶🌶🌶🌶 (pretty spicy)

Pairing: Beorn x Fem!OC for @medusas-hairband – Tumblr ate the original ask right out of my inbox but I gotchu babe.

Warnings/tags: rough sex, biting, impact play. Breeding kink slipped in here too, whoops. CW: descriptions of blood & injury from a battle.

Original request: “can I request some intense I-almost-lost-you-so-I’ll-fuck-you-into-tomorrow primal sex with Beorn and a woman? Your choice if the desperation is more on his part or hers” – to which I answer, both? Both is good. also yeah we’re ignoring how he looks in the Hobbit. We’re getting Jason Momoa!Beorn because I said so.

Minors DNI. Your media consumption is your own responsibility.

The black blood is still cooling on his armor when Beorn finds her in the woods in a circle of the slain orcs she’s brought down with her own hands. Never has she been more beautiful. She drops her sword and runs to him. He drops his-- the battle’s over-- they’re whole, they’re whole-- that’s all that matters-- and coils his arms around her hips, snatch her up. She locks her legs around his waist and surges up to claim his mouth in a consuming kiss that’s more teeth than tongue.

There is blood leaking from a wound in her side. Blood drying on her hands. It mingles with the blood and mud streaked on his face. He doesn’t care. He kisses her. Tastes it: metallic on her tongue, and lets out a moan. Blood means they are still here. They are still alive. They made it.

She sinks her teeth into his bottom lip. He growls and slams her up against a tree.

“Need to feel you,” she hisses against his lips, braced between the rough trunk and his own body. “Need to feel you inside me. Make me yours.”

“Mine,” he rumbles in agreement. He lets her go just so he can tear open the laces to her leather trousers. She reaches for his. They aren’t undressing each other so much as tearing each other open, clawing at the fabric, rending it away until there’s nothing between them but flesh.

Their hips knock together. She shoves him down to the loamy earth and climbs astride his hips. The impact makes him wince. He’s wounded, too, he doesn’t care. He has to have her. Has to know that they’re both real.

She feels real enough when she takes him in her hand and mounts him. Hot and wet and slick. And to her, it’s the same: she knows he is here, hard and huge and perfect. Almost too much to take. The burn is exquisite. She braces her hands on his chest and rises up, then swallows him up again, fucking him, taking him as deep as he’ll go as she pants and moans into his mouth.

He wants more. They both do. He fists his hand in her hair and flips her under him, pinning her to the earth. The warm smell of the wet leaves, the dirt, the fresh growing things, the spike of pain that shoots through his stomach, the way she claws and bites at him like a wildcat, drawing scratchmarks down his back as he ruts into her, claiming her--- it’s a all a brilliant reminder: a splash of holy color on what remains of the day. They are still here. They are still here. They are still here.

He presses his forehead to hers. Swallows her gasps straight into his own mouth. The air expelled from her lungs. The vivid proof that she still breathes. She digs her fingernails into his arm and draws blood. Sweet, fresh, blood. Evidence that tells her he still has a heart that beats in his chest.

“Harder,” she demands.

He slams into her so hard she chokes. She’s unbreakable: this woman of his. Perfect. Dauntless. Incredible. As strong and capable a warrior as any he’s ever known. He loves her. He loves her. He loves her.

She manages to flip him again. They roll through the fallen leaves together. She slams his wrists to the ground and tosses her hips.

“Thought I lost you,” she hisses out with a tortured moan. “I saw the blow. Saw the blade--”

“Never,” he insists. The cut isn’t deep. He’ll survive. “I’ll always come home to you. I promise.”

She cries out and clenches around him, letting go of his wrists to collapse onto his chest. Beorn wraps his arms around her, fucks her straight through it, rolls her onto her stomach and pins her to the ground by the back of her neck, smothering her, slamming in, out, in, out, over and over and over-- fucking her into the dirt as she screams and shakes and keeps coming.

He’s going to put a baby in her, he thinks. Then no matter what, she’ll always have a piece of him.

He growls, sinks his teeth into her shoulder, and comes.

They lie there entangled together, bodies cooling as the sun starts to set. He strokes her hair back behind her ear and soothes the bite mark he left on her shoulder with the flat of his tongue, then a kiss.

“I need to have a look at that wound,” she murmurs, voice hoarse. He’s still crushing her.

“And I yours,” he replies back. “I’ll make a fire.”

She reaches back to grab onto him before he can leave her.

“In a minute.”

Beorn closes his eyes, buries his nose in her hair, enjoys the scent of her, knowing she is real, she is real, she is real.

“In a minute,” he agrees.

They lay there and watch the sun set together, and the stars wink to life above their heads. The day is done and they know: the stars are proof. They’ll live to see another sunrise.

#beorn #beorn x reader #beorn x you #the hobbit x you #spicy

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