#studying n shire

[cezorian]

guys idk what happened

something awoke in me so i just wanna show my most recent artworks i guess

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[sweetbutpsychobutsweet]

The Voice of Hunger

Chapter 7

Thorin Oakenshield x AFAB!Reader

Summary: You and the company need to make a quick departure from Rivendell, and the journey seems much more challenging now that you have begun your survival fast. How long can you keep your plan a secret, and how long can you keep yourself from strangling Thorin in your hangry state?

Warnings: hangry!reader, no use of y/n, implied eating disorder, mentions of smut, mentions of starvation, fainting, panic attack

author's note: I hope you are all ready to experience a tale as old as time: a hangry woman trying to restrain herself from committing murder😂

Word count: 1598

“Be on your guard,” Thorin calls out from farther ahead on the rocky trail, “we’re about to step over the edge of the wild. Balin, you know these paths, lead on.”

You keep your eyes glued to the ground beneath your feet, with one hand braced against the cliffside to help maintain your balance. Of all the places for the dizziness of hunger to kick in, why did it have to be here? 

The paths are narrow and treacherous. One misstep could easily send you toppling over the edge to meet the jagged rocks far below.

True to your word, you haven’t had a bite to eat since dinner. With the sun rising overhead you wouldn’t think it was that long ago. Except that being on the road for so long already meant rationed portions between you and the rest of the company. All of you had been deprived of a decent meal for quite some time now. And your anxiety over the orc pack on your tail and your fast-approaching cycle seemed to take even more out of you. 

Your entire body felt too heavy to carry. Your feet drag against the rock beneath you as you fight against the fatigue and dizziness slowly consuming you. 

“Master Baggins,” Thorin calls to the hobbit who keeps stopping to look back toward Rivendell. No doubt feeling conflicted over having to continue on without Gandalf for now. 

“I suggest you keep up,” he warns the hobbit. Both you and Bilbo know Thorin would leave him behind in a heartbeat, so he scampers off after the others. 

You hurry to pick up your pace, not wanting to fall too far behind the group. In your haste, you fail to notice the loose rock directly beneath your feet until it slips out from under you, sending you tumbling forward. 

A strong hand grabs you by the arm to catch you before you can fall onto your face. You catch yourself on the cliffside again with your free hand and look up to see a very concerned Thorin studying your face. 

“Careful, lass,” he says, his hand still on your arm holding you upright. 

You try to laugh it off weakly but he doesn’t find the humor in it.

“Are you alright?” he asks, taking a step back to look you over from head to toe. 

“You’ve been acting very strange ever since we left Rivendell.”

You should have known Thorin would notice something was off with you. Of course, he would. Even after all of the time the two of you spent apart, he still probably knows you better than anyone else in all of Middle Earth. The thought should comfort you but it doesn’t. Instead, it brings back a feeling all too familiar to you whenever you’re in his presence: anger. 

“I’m fine,” you snap and yank your arm out of his grip and brush past him to continue up the trail after the others. 

He doesn’t say anything in response to your sudden outburst but you can hear the heavy thud of his boots following behind you. 

How dare he act all concerned about you. And how dare you let yourself get that close to him in Rivendell. Honestly, what were you thinking? He abandoned you all those years ago, and ever since you stepped foot out of the shire he has done nothing but question you and your right to be there. And how do you respond? You let him finger you in the pool!

You try to suppress a growl of frustration, but instead, it travels down into your stomach to let out a roar of hunger. 

“Are you hungry?” Thorin asks from behind you, clearly trying to suppress a chuckle. 

“No!” you snap, throwing a glare back at him from over your shoulder. 

“You’re certainly acting like you are,” he mutters under his breath. 

You freeze in your tracks, curling your hands into fists at your side. 

Don’t do it you hear the voice of reason in your head beg, don’t pick a fight with him right now. But unfortunately for both of you, the voice of hunger seems to be the one in control right now. 

“Is there something you’d like to say to me?” you snap, pivoting on your heel to stomp towards him. 

His eyes widen in surprise as you bring yourself nearly face to face with him, tipping your head back to look him right in the eyes. 

“Do you think, you get to act all concerned about me now? Like I’m supposed to believe I can trust you with my well being after everything you’ve done?” 

He opens his mouth but doesn’t seem to know what to say.

“What? Do you think you’re obligated to care about me now because of what happened in that pool? Well, let me assure you that what happened between us was a one-time thing! It meant nothing! So if you think-”

“I think you’re cranky and need to eat something before you rip us all to pieces,” Thorin replies so calmly it only pisses you off further.

“Well I think you’re a pain in my ass!” you growl and stomp away from him again. 

Thorin lets you go without a fight, and you could swear you hear him chuckling softly from behind you. 

After a while, the high rocky terrain gives way to grassy fields. At first, the even pathway seemed like a welcome change, but the afternoon sun now hangs high overhead, beating down on your company hot and sweltering. 

Before your abrupt departure from Rivendell, you had the opportunity to change into more travel-worthy garments. You swapped your slippers for thick riding boots, and your flowy gown for trousers, a tunic, and a loosely laced corset. You had clasped a fur cloak over your shoulders to keep out the evening chill. It had long ago been discarded and shoved into your pack.

Despite the layers and layers of fur your kin wore, it seemed that you were the only one affected by the heat. They carried on unbothered, while you roasted away beneath your remaining layers. You tugged at the edges of your clothing, trying to air out the layer of sweat coating your skin. 

While the others laugh and chat amongst themselves without a care, you pull up the rear a sweaty, cranky mess. Thorin must have warned the others to give you a wide berth because they leave you to suffer in peace. Knowing better than to try and pull you into mindless conversation in your current state. Kili and Fili take turns wordlessly passing you the water flask every so often. You’re too tired to refuse their help.

After several hours pass in the hot sun you decide you can’t take it anymore. You groan in discomfort and reach for the laces of your corset. You tug and pull until the offending fabric is loose enough to be blissfully removed from your chest. You shove the corset into your pack and tug at the fabric plastered to your sweaty skin, letting it air out in the nonexistant breeze.

Almost as if he could sense you were removing clothing, Thorin looks over his shoulder at you. He raises an eyebrow in alarm and opens his mouth to comment. But you beat him to the punch, shooting him a look that dares him to try to start something with you right now. He closes his mouth and looks back at the path ahead, but not before stealing a quick glance at the curves of your upper body, now exposed from the way the sweaty fabric clings to your form. 

Fili hands you the water flask again and you silently take it with a long gulp. 

This is better, you tell yourself. Your stomach has stopped growling and you’ve convinced yourself that the dizziness and slight shake in your hands is a side effect of the heat, not your survival fast. The sun will go down soon and everything will cool off. You’ll be able to rest and gather your strength for the next day, and the next, and the next, and the next…

You try to find your inner strength by thinking of your home. Erebor. Those vast halls you grew up in. 

Halls now housing Smaug. The fire-breathing dragon that will most likely still need to be killed when you arrive. That is, if the orcs don’t get to your group first. 

Suddenly these approaching enemies and your all important quest all press down on you at once. Your breathing becomes more rapid, as your chest heaves, heart pounding. 

Why is it so hot?

Maybe if you take your tunic off as well you’ll feel better. You start to reach for the edge of the fabric but your fingers suddenly feel too heavy. Everything starts to become fuzzy, moving as if in slow motion as the world starts to spin around you. 

You think you hear someone call out your name, but you can’t tell. Your mind refuses to focus on anything else but the heavy weight pressing down on you.

Your legs finally give out and you collapse, the darkness closing in around you as a strong pair of arms catch you and gently lower you down. 

A frantic chorus of voices are calling your name but they all seem so far away and you can’t find the strength to care as you give up the last of your strength to surrender to the heavy darkness, drifting off into unconsciousness with the scent of smoke and iron heavy in your lungs.

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[holyratrimony]

Bergamot Baths and Soft Sheets

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader

Summary: you’ve been bedridden with a fever for almost a week when Arthur decides you need a bath and a proper bed

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: non-descriptive nudity, not beta read

A/N: Thank you so much to @cowboydisaster for this request, I really enjoyed writing this soft, sweet fic :)

The steaming, bergamot-scented water lapped at your collarbone as you sunk deeper into the tub. Your muscles that ached after almost a week of doing nothing but laying on your stiff cot began to relax ever so slightly. 

You’d been bedridden with a fever for almost a week now. You’d fallen in the river on the way down from Colter. The wagon hit a rock as you crossed one of the many cool mountain streams. The movement was enough to knock you from the back of the wagon where you sat with the other girls. 

The water was freezing, weighing down your layers of dress, and saturating your petticoats. As Arthur was caught at the back of the procession with Charles and Hosea, Javier had been quick to pull you from the river. Placing you back in the wagon as Abigail and Miss Grimshaw fussed over you. 

But despite the warm blankets they wrapped around your shoulders after you shed your soaked layers, you fell ill with a fever not even a day later. The cot you usually shared with Arthur became solely yours when the heat started to rise beneath your skin. 

After days of being caught between waking and sleeping, Arthur insisted that you needed to get a bath and a real bed to sleep in. You quickly agreed to his suggestion, your body feeling fractionally better at the promise of sweet soaps and a soft mattress. 

Arthur had gathered you onto his horse, Rowan, a towering black shire, and held you to his chest as the two of you made your way to the nearby town of Valentine. When you arrived in front of the hotel he had helped you down from the horse, and taken you inside, requesting a bath and a room from the man behind the desk.

Now you melted into the soapy water, the feeling soothing your skin. As you rested your head on the lip of the tub, you heard a knock at the door.

Where you’d been expecting the light, gauzy voice typical of a bath girl, Arthur’s low timber filled the air. “Ya wan’ any help in there?” 

“That’d be lovely,” your voice was slightly scratchier than normal, due to lack of use. 

The door creaked open, Arthur entering with it. He quickly closed it behind him to keep your naked body from the eyes of any passers-by. He looked handsome in the low light of the room, his green eyes shining just beneath the brim of his gambler's hat. 

He crossed the space between the door and the bath in just a few strides before crouching down next to it. 

“Hello, darlin’,” his voice drawled, a small smile gracing his handsome features as his hand reached out, brushing against your cheek. Your eyelashes fluttered as his fingers caressed your feverish skin. Despite being sweethearts for the better part of three years, you still felt butterflies when he touched you. You leaned into his touch slightly echoing back his greeting. 

“You need a hand washin’?” You nodded gently at the question. 

Through your lidded eyes, you watched him roll up the sleeves of his blue shirt. His tan forearms were roped with muscle, muscle that rippled with each small movement. You studied him closely as he grabbed the sponge and soap that had been placed near the tub. 

“You checkin’ me out, woman?” His voice was light and teasing as he shot a faux stern look in your direction.

You nodded in response, grinning lazily as you leaned your head back against the rim of the tub. “How could I not?”

His rough and calloused hands were contradicted by the soft and soapy sponge as he began to scrub your arm. He started near the shoulder, making light gentle circles, creating a thick and foamy lather on your skin. 

A deep and content sigh left your lips as you felt the grime and sweat of the past week be washed away by loving hands. 

You began to get lost in the drag of the sponge on your skin, only really coming back when his hand disappeared into the water, his grip wrapping delicately around your ankle. He pulled it out of the depths, resting your heel on the edge of the tub, the murky water helping you keep your modesty. He moved the sponge across your calf first, the small circles he traced sent a tingle through your body. 

Each brush of the soap over your fevered skin sent relief and relaxation through you. The love the man felt for you was communicated through every touch of his skin against yours. 

Arthur meticulously worked his way up your leg, each swipe inching higher and higher. While normally touch like this would get you riled up, now it seemed to just be drawing you closer and closer into the arms of sleep. The soothing patterns he traced along with the sweet nothings that left his lips lulled you into a middle state between asleep and awake. 

What brought you back to alertness was not when Arthur placed your legs back in the water, nor when his touch left your skin, but when you felt a brush of his lips against your forehead. Then followed by his hands on your shoulders, thumbs digging into the tense muscles there. You couldn’t quite stop the soft groan that left your lips as he massaged away the deep ache that had settled into your upper body. 

The sickness and exhaustion that had settled into your body over the past week had been eased by the warm water, instead being replaced with a drowsy contentedness. 

“How’re you feelin’ now, darlin’?” Arthur’s voice was gentle as he spoke. 

“Like a new woman,” you joked lightly, your eyes opening slightly. 

“The water’s goin’ cold. Think it might be time we getcha to bed.”

You nodded in response. You felt Arthur’s hands leave your shoulders as he stood up, stretching his arms. “D’ya want help getting dressed?”

Again you nodded, extending your arm out for him to help you rise out of the tub. He had grabbed one of the towels the hotel provided and began to help you dry off. He was just as gentle as when he helped you wash, touching you as if you were something precious and delicate. 

“So beautiful,” he murmured, the words barely loud enough for you to make out.

The room he rented was right across from the bath, meaning you were unlikely to run into other people. Arthur helped you put on your chemise, the fabric was thin and light on your warm skin. He gathered the rest of your clothes in his arms before reaching for the door.

The two of you were quick darting into the hotel room, the door shutting solidly behind you. The room wasn’t anything fancy but compared to the cot you spent most of your nights on, it seemed lavish and extravagant. Arthur pulled back the sheets on the bed, gesturing for you to get in. 

The linens were soft against your freshly scrubbed skin. As you burrowed into the blankets, Arthur took a seat on the single chair in the room. You shot him a questioning look over the edge of the sheets.

“Now jus’ what are you doin' all the way over there, cowboy?” you teased.

“Well seein’ as yer still sick I thought I’d give ya some space, darlin’” 

“There’s plenty of room for both of us. Now quit bein’ chivalrous and come to bed.” 

He shook his head at your insistence, a small smile playing across his face. He stood from the chair, the candlelight in the room illuminating his body in soft, golden hues. You watched like a hawk as he stripped down to his union suit. 

Despite your body being heavy with sleep, you managed to lift the blankets for him, allowing him to slide in next to you. You turned towards him, the two of you laying face to face. 

“Thank you for this, Arthur. I needed it.” Your voice was soft as you stared into his jade-colored eyes. 

His hand moved to caress your cheek, his gaze dripping with fondness. “I’d do anything fer you darlin’.” 

Despite the sickness still residing in your body, you felt a peace and calm that you hadn’t felt for many years. The two of you, alone, in a real bed, with no gang or Pinkertons to worry about, it made you crave a different way of life. But those thoughts became fuzzy as the veil of sleep overtook you and your dear cowboy held you in his arms.

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[here-to-read-and-write]

The hobbit x reader

Bilbo x child reader

Bilbo bagging was known as a play boy in the shire, not just to hobbit lads and lasses.

So when it comes to the dwarfs and Gandalf arrive to Rivendell, they are surprised by Elrond knowing his name, but only meeting him for the fist time in person?

Imagine even more to there suppries to a Gorgon (snake hair) child running to Bilbo yelling father!

Bilbos daughter has been studying with lord Elrond for a year.

Bonus if you put (y/n) asks if Thorin is your new mommy, que the dwarfs laughing.

Thorin x Bilbo

father!Bilbo x child!reader

You didn't precise the gender of the child so I used They \ them. (gn! reader).

waning: My bad writing, this is my first request so I hope you like it.

In a hole in the ground, there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. The name of the Hobbit was Bilbo Baggins.

Bilbo Baggins was a very known hobbit beyond the Shine. He used to be a "playboy" in his "youth", as he liked to call it, but now he had stopped after that God offered him one of the most magnificent gifts in all his life.

Now he was offered a second gift, but this time he was relucted in taking it, but he eventually come around as he saw a small possibility of seeing his baby, his child.

As you may have guessed, Bilbo's first gift was for a child. A child not like the others. They were everything to him, the only person who brought out the best of him.

He could remember every detail about them, every first thing, their first step, their first word, he was there to see it. Unfortunately, he may not watch them grow, as The ugly orc hunted them down, and even with the brown wizard driving them away, they still got caught, forcing them to fight.

"Where are you leading us?" Thorin asked his eyes burning with anger, yet the grey wizard didn't respond, he just turned to him with a scowl planted on his face before he continue moving, and as much as Thorin wanted to argue with the Gandalf, he knew they didn't have time, either they follow him or they die.

They fought their way or rather the Drwaf did, to a cave where they followed a mysterious path, Leading them to a beautiful place, full of immense buildings connected to each other, and everything about it screamed majestically. It was nothing compared to what Bilbo had seen in his life.

"Valley of Imladris, in the common time, it's known but another name" Gandalf exclaimed his face full of joy at the familiar place.

"Rivendell" Bilbo continued for the grey wizard. He felt a sense of relief and happiness for different reasons from Gandalf. He couldn't believe he was standing a few feet away from the place, where…

"Here lies the last and only house of east of the sea" Gandalf interrupted Bilbo's thoughts, explaining to everyone (Biblo) the brief history of the place.

"This was your plan all along, to seek refuge with our enemy" thorin spitted, his face showing every little bit of hate he had towards the Elvens.

"You have no enemies here Thorin Ocanshild" Gandalf's face turned to a scroll again at Thron, who he felt disappointed for letting his hate cloud his mind.

"the only ill will to fear in this valley is what you bring yourself" Gandalf continued eying the young prince in front of him. While Bilbo stood there, on Gandalf's side, his hand moving in the air. He couldn't help the smile that grow on his face, and he shyly tilted his head in an attempt to hide it until it disappear, yet it never did, not when they walked to the entrance, not even when the Lord addressed him, with knowing eyes.

"Mrs Baggins" Loard unacknowledged the Hobbit's presence, who just nodded his head. Which resulted in suspicious looks sent his way, especially from the grey wizard, who was more than sure that the two never meet.

"I didn't know you were an acquaintance of mister Baggins, Lord Elrond" Gandalf questioned, raising an eyebrow, giving Baggins a quick glance over his shoulder. The Lord only smiled in response.

They all enter and Bilbo didn't even notice, his eyes were busy searching for something or someone. He was absent-minded, that he didn't even notice the grumpy Drawf, passing the map to Lord Elrond, who gave it one look before ordering his man to bring his apprentice, and before Thorin could protest, Gandalf shut him out with a stern look.

"Papa!" Their head snapped toward the voice, to see a child, not like the other. A few feet away was a child running toward them, before throwing themselves on the hobbit who catch them quickly like a reflection.

"(Y/N)" He lifted you up, smiling with watery eyes at your happy expression that he longed for.

Oh, how much did he miss you.

"Who is that?" One of the dwarfs asked, cutting the small father-child reunion.

"This is my child, (Y/N)" Bilbo pointed at the child beside him, who smiled at the company before saluting them in the Eleven way.

"Greetings to Thorin II "Oakenshield son of Thráin II, king under the mountain and his company. I'm (Y/N) daughter of Bilbo Baggins, apprentice of Lord Elnord " You stood high earning a proud look out from Lord Elrond.

"Wait you have a child!!!" the dwarves' jaws dropped, except Thorin whose brain was connecting the dots. He understood now, why Bilbo Baggins' eyes lit up, why he was so eager to enter the palace, and why the Elef seem to know he was.

Biblo turns away hiding from the company glares. How dare he not tell us, that's what they all were thinking about, while you just stood there smiling so brightly like the sun, they had to close their eyes.

"But you look so much different than each other?" Kili voiced thorin question, which earned him a deep blush of embarrassment from Bilbo not like they could see it.

You look at your father, noticing the red on the tip of his ears making you giggle. You knew your father so you decided to explain.

"My father used to be..what was the name.." Your eyes turn to the right side "Ah…a playboy…My father used to be a playboy, he was known as beyond the shire, in all the lads and lasses." The dwarfs again turn to the shy Hobbit as he hides his face this time with his hands, as he remembers something.

"I'm Gorgon(child with snake hair) just like a mother" You elucidated when you notice the looks of disbelief in their eyes.

"That explains a lot" They nodded to each other, before turning back to Bilbo.

The hurt on Thorin was evident, and you notice it, as he glared at your father. Like he was ready to kill him. At first, it scared you until you notice the jealousy, and that is when it hit you. Thorin was in love with your father, and think that he's married. but does your father reciprocate this feeling?

Yes, he does! He was giving an apologetic smile to Thorin, who scoffed, and you saw an opportunity so you took it.

You tugged your father's sleeve before asking "Is he, my new mama?" You turn to Thorin when your father just kept looking at you with wide eyes "Are you my new mama?" Thorin'eyes almost popped out of his skull. He starts stuttering before he turned to the laughing dwarf with a glare that could shut up anyone, but they couldn't stop.

It was too hilarious, seeing flustered Thorin. Rare sight!

"(Y/N)!" Bilbo run to your side, "What?" you blinked innocently, "You luve him, he luves you and you are my pap so he is my new mama" You explained in a matter-of-fact tone, just causing the dwarves to laugh more and more, some were even on the floor, crying!

Even Lord Elnord and Gandalf were laughing, their heart out at the two flustered males.

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[shiinata-library]

You're right [1/?]

Relationships: Bilbo x fem!OC

Content: Angst, fluff

Summary: Even though the first meeting of Lilacia, a female hobbit working at the Mathom-house, and Mr Baggins didn’t go well, let’s hope they will meet again in better circumstances, or not… ?

On AO3

N/A: It has been months since I wrote something and I don’t know where I’m going with this story but I hope you’ll like it :)

Chapter 1

Summer had arrived a few weeks ago, bringing with it the sun and the heat, but unlike most hobbits, Lilacia spent her days locked indoors. It wasn’t surprising since she worked at the Mathom-house with four other hobbits. She had started five winters ago and she absolutely loved it. She loved tidying and organising this museum. For a hobbit like her, it was a window on the outside world, a mountain of treasure, a way to escape to her normal, simple, hobbit life. 

As every week, Lilacia joined her friends in the Bird and Baby tavern at the end of the week. Summer nights were always pleasant, so they chose to stay outside at a table like a lot of other hobbits.

 ”Lilacia, what do you think? He's right, is he?” one of her friends asked as she noisily put down her beer on the table.

 ”Oh yes, totally right!” she agreed as she slowly put her glasses down on the table, not knowing what she was talking about since she wasn't listening to them.

Lilacia got lost in thought for a few minutes, but not wanting to offend her friends, she now tried to catch up with the discussion. However, it was more difficult than she thought.

 ”Who is she talking about?” Lilacia whispered to a friend next to her.

 ”You didn’t listen to the whole conversation, right?” she laughed, used to Lilacia’s bad habits. “She was talking about her brother, Hob. Mr Baggins wants to take back the paintings Hob bought at the auction and he doesn't agree.”

 ”What auction?” Lilacia asked as she sipped her fresh cider.

 ”Mr Baggins’ auction,” she explained, wincing at her. “Since he was gone, remember?”

 ”Was there an auction of his belongings while he was away?” she asked, surprised.

All her friends stopped talking and looked at her as if she was the strangest creature they had seen before remembering it was only Lilacia. While they all burst out laughing, one of them volunteered.

 ”It happened weeks ago, you know. As he had been missing for over a year, they put his belongings up for sale.”

 ”Oh, poor Mr Baggins. I hope he won't be too angry when he comes back. Well, if he comes back.”

When her friends burst out laughing again, she understood she again had said something wrong. She tried to hide herself behind her cider but it didn't work. 

 ”Oh Liliacia, we’re never bored with you!”

 ”Hm, thanks?”

 ”Mr Baggins came back the day of his auction!”

 ”No way!” she couldn’t help but shout. “Is he alright?”

 ”Alright, yes, but furious and running in the whole Shire to get his belongings back!”

Despite her friends still laughing, Lilacia didn’t find it so funny. Perhaps she will laugh about it one day, but for the moment the surprise surpassed it. 

 ”Oh my dear, Lilacia. How can you know so much about centuries-old objects and not know anything about what's going on in the Shire?”

 ”Well, if it can entertain you,” she grumbled as she finished her cider. “I hope he came back safe at least.”

 ”Don’t react like that Lilacia,” one of them said as she joined her for a hug. “As for Mr Baggins, he looked fine but he became weird, speaking of Trolls, Elves, Dwarves, even dragons! He was already special before, if you want my opinion, but now he is very weird. Anyway, do you want some cider to make up for it?”

 ”Maybe he learned a lot of things during his absence. He must be interesting,” Lilacia thought aloud. “But yes, I do want another cider please!”

..

One morning at the end of summer as Lilacia was studying a dagger with an elven inscription in the archives’ room, a young hobbit in muddy overalls came to the Mathom-House and asked for her.

 “Good afternoon, Milo,” she said as she joined him at the reception room. “What can I do for you?”

 “Good afternoon, Miss Bunce. It’s Mr. Whitfoot. He asks for you!” he exclaimed in enthusiasm, startling her. “He found something and wants you to look at it!”

 “When will he understand I’m working for the Mathom-house and not as a freelancer for him?” she sighed. “What is it again? A magic rock? A bottle with elven tears? What was the last time? The key to a secret cave entrance between the Shire and Bree?”

Lilicia looked at the young boy with her hands on her hips, tired of her useless return trips to M. Whitfoot’s place. He was a farmer who lived near Hobbiton. It always took two days to visit him, and every time the old hobbit thought he had found something rare he called for her. It was true he had already found a chest with very old maps buried in his field, but he never found something valuable again for years.

 “I don’t know. He didn’t tell me,” Milo says, shrugging and opening the exit door. “I just had to give the message. Bye!”

Milo escaped from Lilacia's upset behaviour as soon as he could. Then, when she talked about it to Mr Tunnelly, the owner of the Mathom-House, he asked her to check it anyway. Better to go for nothing than to miss out on a rare item apparently.

So, as she didn’t have the choice, she went to Mr Whitfoot’s farm on foot under a windy but warm sky. Walking for a long time wasn’t a problem for her since she used to go hiking when the weather was suitable. Yet, once she arrived at the farm, she was glad he offered some tea while she rested her feet for a short time.

Then, when she thought he would give her the object for which she had come, he asked her to follow her outside. Mr Whitfoot was a kind hobbit but he made her walk a lot.

 ”Alright Mr Whitfoot, where is your famous rare object?” she asked with a professional smile.

 ”Outside, Miss Bunce. Please follow me!” he smiled. “I preferred to leave it where I found it. It’s under my hedge on the north side.”

The north side’s hedge was further than she thought but it was worth it. Under the hedge was an object small enough to fit in one hand but much heavier than it looked. Despite Mr Whitfoot's warning that it could be dangerous, she dug with her hands into the earth to unearth the entire object. 

Lilacia had no idea what this little stone box decorated with several little gemstones might be, but it sure looked old and valuable; at least to the Mathom-House, because no hobbit would put so many gemstones on such a box. 

 ”I think you found something precious enough to go in the Mathom-House, Mr Whitfoot!” Lilacia said, beaming as she turned to him with the box. “Mr Tunnelly will send you the money you deserve as soon as he is notified!”

Lilacia couldn’t hide her joy to add a new object to the Mathom-House, and the fact she knew nothing about the object was very intriguing. So intriguing that she took it with her when she went to the tavern for dinner with the friend who was hosting her for the night. The Ivy Bush had the same atmosphere as her usual pub and they both found a nice corner to chat and drink.

 ”For once we're spending time together, can't you let go of your work?” her friend grumbled, finishing her third ale.

 ”Don’t you find it so interesting?” Lilacia said as she turned the box in her hand, drinking her cider at the same time.

At the moment she finished her drink, someone jostled her behind her, knocking the box to the floor. As she leaned on the floor, a hobbit with curly blond hair with a white shirt took the object before her. 

 ”Please excuse my friend, he drank too much,” he said, embarrassing. “Where did you find that? I never saw an elven box like this in the Shire!”

 ”Elven?” she laughed more than she wanted because of the cider in her blood. “It’s not Elvish, Mister. It’s a dwarves’ manufacture.”

 ”Dwarves? No, absolutely not,” he said surprised, still not giving back the object as he analysed it in his hands. “This is Elvish.”

 ”Don’t you see the box is made of stone with a lot of gemstones? It was obviously made by dwarves.”

Lilacia ended her sentence by crossing her arm on her chest with a frown look. If there was one thing that quickly upset her, it was being contradicted about her work!

Unfortunately, she couldn’t recognize Bilbo Baggins since she never saw him, so she couldn’t know he was right. He already saw this kind of box in Rivendell, so he was sure of him and didn’t want to leave it like that, but when he wanted to speak again, Lilacia’s friends stepped in between them and took the box from his hands. Unlike Lilacia, she had a gift for talking easily with people and managed to calm the hobbit who grumbled as he joined his friends back. 

Then, they spent their evening calmer, with no jostling, but Lilacia couldn’t help but glance at the hobbit who upset her earlier. It's a pity that he didn't agree with her work because she found him quite attractive with his fine, curly hair, his lovely, tired eyes, and his unusual coloured clothes for a hobbit. She tried to forget him but everytime she glanced at him, he looked at her back and she couldn’t help but frown. A childish behaviour she regretted at every glance, but fortunately, they didn’t talk together again for the night.

..

Once Lilacia came back to the Mathom-House, she spoke with her boss and he agreed to keep it his in collection but she will have to wait to analyse it. Mr Tunnelly asked her to finish her current works before, and promised not to give it to another coworker. So, the box was placed in the archive room while she had to study first a sword, a map, and then a book.

An early autumn afternoon, Lilacia was working alone at the Mathom-House, except for Mr Tunnelly in his study. The old hobbit was the most passionate hobbit of stranger objects from the whole Shire. He almost never took days off, and today after a week of inventory, he gave his workers the day off. Only Lilacia wanted to come anyway since she started analysing  a new dwarven book.

As she was reading the book, she was sitting at the desk in the reception area drinking a hot tea. Everything was perfect: calm, tea, book, a light rain outside creating a cosy atmosphere. Yet, her reading was interrupted by a knock on the front door. Who could disturb them at the end of a friday? 

Lilacia stood up and put her tea down with a sigh before going to open the door. She was very surprised when she saw in front of her under the rain the hobbit she had met in the Hobbiton’s tavern a few months ago. His blue jacket was wet on the shoulder and his hair was dripping a little.

 ”Can I enter?” Bilbo asked eventually, unable to hide his frustration at having to stay under the rain.

 ”Oh, hm, yes. Of course.”

She let him enter, her surprise calming down as he walked inside and ran a hand in his hair to dry them. Oh, he was still very attractive but that wasn't the point. Did he come to talk about their discussion that night in the tavern?

 ”Good afternoon, did you come for the Mathom-house or to shelter you from the rain?” Lilacia asked as she closed the door.

Being on the defensive, she still showed him the fireplace in the reception area to warm up. He quickly walked before it, rubbing his hands together. 

 ”For both, I think. Well, I came to see Mr Tunnelly but I didn’t expect it would rain today,” Bilbo said, looking at his coat.

 ”Alright, can you wait here while I look for him?” she asked in a professional tone.

Bilbo nodded at her before turning to the fireplace. After a quick trip to Mr Tunnely’s study, Lilacia came back to the reception area and surprised Bilbo looking at her book, even turning some pages. 

 ”Mr Tunnelly will come in a minute,” she said, startling Bilbo. “You can wait for him in the armchair next to the fireplace. Do you want some tea?”

Even when Lilacia was upset with someone, she couldn’t help but be polite with them, especially when they were an acquaintance of Mr Tunnelly.

 ”No, thank you,” he said without raising his eyes from the book. “Where did you find that book?”

 ”Why? Will you tell me it's also an eleven book?” she asked, frowning as she joined him.

He looked at her, surprised by her cold, upset reaction, then turned to the book again. Did he ignore her? She started to believe he truly ignored her until she realised he was just very curious about the book. He was looking at the book as if he could read it, but Lilacia found it stupidly impossible. 

 ”I worked on it for a whole week and I still didn’t understand a word of it. We don’t have any resources about Khuzdul here. Elven languages are less of a problem, but Dwarven languages are more difficult than they seem,” she sighed. “And languages are not my speciality…”

 ”It's a recipe book,” he said, still focused on the book.

 ”What?” she laughed. “It’s impossible. A dwarven recipe book? Don’t be ridiculous. How could you know this only by reading some pages?”

Bilbo didn’t answer her and stopped to read a page. As she wanted to read it too, Lilacia leaned her head and hit Bilbo’s as he raised his suddenly. Surprised as much by his head as by the pain, she stepped back so quickly that she lost her balance. Bilbo tried to catch her but he only managed to spill her tea on the counter and her dress. She just had the time to save the book on the counter. 

 ”Can't you pay attention?” she exclaimed, the panic making her voice angry. “This book is a precious piece of the Mathom-House! Even if you think it's just a cookbook! If you just came for–”

 ”Lilacia?” Mr Tunnelly called in a severe tone, stopping her voice and her moves. “Once you clean the counter, you can go home.”

 ”But Mr–”

She tried to talk but the old hobbit ignored her and turned to Bilbo who was still embarrassed by what he did.

 ”Mr Baggins! I’m glad you made it all the way here! Come with me.”

 ”A-alright but–” he said, looking at the counter and Lilacia with apologetic eyes before following Mr Tunnelly. 

 ”Do not worry. It’s Valar’s punishment for how she talked to you,” the Mathom-House sighed as they walked toward his study.

Lilacia sighed when she didn’t hear them anymore. Her skirt was full of tea, the book was almost damaged, but the worst part was that the hobbit with whom she quarrelled was no one else but Bilbo Baggins. The famous Mr Baggins she wanted to meet since she heard he returned from his incredible journey. Well, she did meet him, but no in the way she wanted…

She sighed once again as she looked at the book.

 ”Oh no. He was right!” she shouted. “It’s truly a receipt book! Oh no, I’m so stupid! I thought of everything except that. Am I really a hobbit? How could I not recognise a list of ingredients even in another language? This is the worst…”

This whole situation almost made Lilacia cry. She felt so stupid and realised how impolite she had been with Mr Baggins. After she put the book away on a shelf, she cleared the counter, and then went home without seeing Mr Baggins again.

..

The analysis of the Dwarves’ book was easier thanks to Bilbo’s help. Once Lilacia finished her analysis, she started working on Mr Whitfoot’s box. The stone box with several gemstones was stored in the archives for too long, and she was so glad to get it out of there. 

Once the box was cleaned, the design seemed thinner and more delicate than she thought. Under the light of the candles, the gemstones were reflecting small rainbow-coloured lights in the whole room. Lilacia was totally fascinated. She spent days on it, taking some notes, searching in books, comparing it with other boxes in the collection.

Her analysis didn’t have to be complete to understand it wasn’t of Dwarves manufacture. Absolutely not. It was Elvish. The elven inscription inside was undeniable.

If Lilacia had already felt stupid at her last meeting with Bilbo, it was worse now. She felt so bad that she decided to go to apologise to Bilbo. He deserved her apology for all she said or did to him. So, she left for Hobbiton’s region some days later.

..

Lilacia was quite different from other hobbits. She loved the rain. Well, she said she loved it, but surely because she wasn’t working under it. In the Mathom-House, she was always dry and warm.

So, when she was walking under the rain to Bag End, she didn’t love the rain anymore. Her hair was sticking to her face, her soaked clothes were heavy under her cloak, her basket was dripping and the tea towel covering it was weighing her down with its contents, a totally ruined apple pie and two bottles of her family's cider. During her walk, she fell on the mud several times, so the end of her dress was dirty up to her knees.

She was hating the rain now, but no matter what, she will apologise to Bilbo. When she arrived in front of Bag End’s front door, it was the end of afternoon. She knocked on the door, and it took a lot of time before opening with the voice of Bilbo grumbling. 

 ”Who is it? I don’t have time for–”

His voice quieted when he saw Lilacia. He closed his multicolour robe on him and then his face froze until she talked.

 ”I’m sorry to bother you, Mr Baggins, but I wanted to apologise for all I said and did to you. You were right for the book. It’s a recipes’ book. And you were right for the elven box. I’m so sorry–”

 ”Wait, wait, wait–” he cut her off, trying to stop her.

 ”Oh yes! You’re right! I’m Lilacia Bunce from the Mathom-House and–”

 ”I know who you are,” he frowned as he raised a hand before him. “But what are you doing here? Under the rain, at this time?” 

 ”Oh, well, it’s quite dark because of the clouds so I got lost and I fell in the way several times, but–”

Bilbo’s sigh cut her off. She was clearly disturbing him and she only wanted to disappear.

 ”Come inside, you can’t stay under the rain,” he said, shifting to let her enter.

 ”No, I’ll ruin your entrance. I just came to apologise and give you this,” she explained, holding him the basket. “But I’m afraid the apple pie is no longer good to eat, and–”

 ”How can you be so stubborn?”

 ”I beg your pardon?” she asked, truly shocked.

 ”Just, come inside. Please.”

Bilbo grew tired of waiting so he grabbed her arm and pulled her inside, quickly closing the door before the rain further wet his entrance. Even though she was remaining motionless, water was running from her clothes and mud was dripping from her big hairy feet. 

Bilbo took her basket and put it on the small entrance cabinet, then he walked to her and looked at her from head to toe. His eyes were saying “what am I going to do with you?” and Lilacia was still wondering if she shouldn’t leave immediately. 

 ”Stay here, I will prepare a bath for you,” he sighed. “Meanwhile, remove your coat and go and warm yourself in front of the fireplace.”

Bilbo didn’t give her time to contradict him and left her alone. Lilacia looked around her while her cloak was still dripping. Bilbo’s house was like any other hobbit's house, portraits on the walls, old wooden furniture overloaded with useless knick-knacks and candlesticks everywhere. In fact, there was a bit of everything everywhere. We must admit that it was clearly a mess.

Lilacia eventually removed her cloak and found a place to hang it without dirtying everything. In her heavy, soaked dress, she stayed in the entrance until Bilbo joined her.

 ”Why are you staying here? The fireplace is there,” he said, showing her a room. “Follow me.”

 ”I can’t. Look at my dress and my feet. I’m full of mud…”

Bilbo sighed as he walked to her. “Why am I always surrounded by stubborn people,” he grumbled, pressing his lips together as he took her basket and disappeared into another room. When he came back, it was with a cup of tea. After giving it to her, she sipped it and her body started to warm up a little.

 ”Thank you, Mr Baggins. I’m truly sorry for what I said to you the night in the tavern. You were right about the box, and you were right about the book as well. I'm sorry I didn't believe you…”

 ”You already say it and you didn’t have to come here today with the pouring rain,” he said with a light smile, as if he was thinking of something fun. “If you don’t want to go to the fireplace, then follow me to the bathroom.”

 ”But, are you sure I am not disturbing you? Didn't you have something else to do?” she said as she quickly finished her tea.

 ”I already told you it’s fine,” he said as he took her empty cup and started to walk.

Even though she hesitated, she eventually followed him, observing every detail of Bilbo’s smial, stopping every time she saw something intriguing. This place looked like a cave of wonders for Lilacia. There were so many objects she never saw! 

Bilbo was waiting for her at the end of the corridor, holding the door while a warm steam was escaping. When he saw her reaction at each object, he couldn’t hide his smile. 

 ”Your home is amazing!” she said when she joined him. “There are so many amazing things! What is the small transparent round object there?”

 ”It's an elven object that predicts the weather forecast for the next day,” he explained looking at the object on a shelf.

 ”Oh, it’s amazing! Where does it come from?” she asked, her professional side taking over.

 ”It’s from Rivendell. But, Miss Bunce, you will catch a cold if you don’t decide to take a bath,” he said, showing her the bathroom with his head.

 ”Oh yes, you’re right. Again. It's becoming a habit.”

Lilacia eventually entered the bathroom and Bilbo closed it as she was still thinking aloud. He looked at the door, not believing himself that a female-hobbit was in his home, in his bathroom, soon naked in his bathtub. Hm, well, maybe a warm tea would be a good idea right now… But he could help but think of her looking so interested in his belongings. The good thing was she wasn't just interested in the price she would earn from selling them. Few people genuinely believed what he said while others thought he was imagining them or making them up. Who would believe that he helped turn trolls into stone anyway? That he met kings of Dwarves, Elves and Men? That he came back alive from a great battle that still gives him nightmares?

Contrary to everyone who was avoiding him or taking him for a fool since he came back, Lilacia seemed truly interested. He never saw her before his journey, but already noticed she was different from the other hobbits. 

But maybe it had nothing to do with him. Maybe she was just interested in the objects he had brought back from his adventure. Whatever it was, he was stupidly smiling while his tea was cooling.

.

After her warm bath, Lilacia got out of the bath and wiped with a large towel. While she waited for herself to dry, she quickly braided her hair to prevent it from dripping everywhere. She had already dirtied his place enough. 

Of course, before coming here, she had heard of Mr Baggins and his big smial by a lot of people, and they were right, his smial was amazing. Just his bathroom alone was big, warm, and bright. There were many vials and soaps of different fragrances stored on wooden furniture.

Once her fascination was calmed down, she saw that her dress and her jacket were still soaked. Only her thin under dress was almost dry. Could she go out like that? Did she have any other choice?

No. So, after she came out of the bathroom, she walked to the fireplace and put her clothes to dry. Luckily, she found a plaid on an armchair and wrapped herself in.

When Bilbo stepped in the room, he froze for some seconds. Lilacia was analysing an object in her hands, wearing only an under dress which stopped above her knees and his plaid on her shoulders. Then, he noticed how damaged her knees were by her falls during the trip.

After he took a step, he froze once again when he saw her hair dripping from her braid and her serious face with her cheeks blushing from the bath earlier and the fireplace. As for Bilbo, if his cheeks were pink, it wasn't the fireplace’s fault. He eventually pulled himself together and joined her.

 ”What do you think it is?” he asked once he was next to her.

 ”I don’t know yet,” she said, still focused on the dark, pointed object in the shape of a rounded cone. “It’s quite big and heavy. I need my two hands to hold it. I was thinking it was a horn but the texture is rough. It looks very solid though…”

Lilacia was analysing it seriously in her head, trying to surprise Bilbo with her capacities for once, but as she never had left the Shire, there were many things she didn’t know.

Seeing her so serious and focused, Bilbo let her observe without saying anything. He also took the opportunity to look at her and saw again the state of her knees. 

 ”Sit on the armchair. I'll get something for your knees,” he said and left without leaving her time to reply.

She did what he asked, sighing at the same time. Many people talked about Bilbo Baggins, but no one told her he was so bossy, and so considerate…

When he came back, he let her do her analysis while he kneeled before her and put balm on her knees. 

 ”I give up!” she groaned, dropping the object on her lap, lowering her eyes to Bilbo. “Oh, what are you doing? I mean, I couldn’t have done it myself! You don’t have to do that!”

Hiding her embarrassment was impossible at this stage. She quickly closed her kneels at the same time that her cheeks burned. Bilbo stood up immediately, blushing as well, shaking his hands before him. 

 ”No, no, no. I don’t... Hm, I saw nothing. I promise you. I just quickly put some balm. But now, you’re right. It seems totally improper. I-I’m sorry.”

 ”No! I mean, it’s fine. Thank you…”

It was impossible to know who was the most embarrassed. How to continue after that?

 ”I-I can lend you one of my mother robes or a dress if you prefer while your clothes are drying,” he said, looking at her clothes.

 ”A robe would be perfect,” Lilacia smiled as she stood up and grabbed his hand before he left. “Wait! First, tell me what it is. Please.”

Bilbo turned to her with a chuckle. Even with the situation, she was still on it.

 ”It’s a claw,” he said, looking seriously at it.

 ”No way. It’s impossible. Did you see the size and the weight? It would be a huge creature! Huge like a– Oh.”

She raised her eyes to Bilbo, his smile no longer on his lips. He even frowned. Oh, after all she said to him, he never looked so upset than now.

 ”I’m sorry! It’s not I don't believe you! I just always stupidly react this way… Is that really a dragon’s claw? Oh sorry. Well, it’s just unthinkable for me to have it in my hands. Oh, it’s unimaginable! Is that Smaug’s claw like I heard of from your stories? Oh, well, you didn’t meet another dragon anyway,” she rambled before squeezing his hand that she was still holding. “Do you have other amazing things? Oh, hm, well, if you want to show me, of course.”

It was like she had forgotten the reason for what she went to. Fascinated by Bilbo and his belongings, she had also forgotten her manners until she saw him blushing and moving his nose by embarrassment. He was so close that he could feel the warmth of her body and smelled his soap perfume on her. 

 ”Maybe I-I should get a robe first,” he stammered, slowly taking back his hand, surprised by the softness of her skin.

 ”Oh, you’re right!” she said as she stepped away from him, avoiding his eyes.

Then, Bilbo left her next to the fireplace. Now she was warm enough, even a little too much in truth, she sat on his armchair again. A comfortable hobbit armchair like her grandfather’s never wanted to lend her. 

Bilbo walked fast to his parents’ chamber and then, he took his time to find a robe. Firstly because he didn’t know which would be the best for Lilacia’s height, but also because he needed to calm down. He couldn’t go back to her with his cheeks as red as a tomato at the end of the summer, right?

When he eventually found a good robe, not smelling old and not too thin, he joined her.

 ”Miss Bunce, I found a–”

His words stopped as he walked in and saw Lilacia sleeping on his armchair. She was wrapped in his plaid, breathing slowly. Her trip to Bag End exhausted her more than she thought, and she fell asleep without noticing it.

CHAPTER 2 >>

#the hobbit fanfic #bilbo x oc #angst #fluff #bilbo baggins #original female character

[unusual-raccoon]

Honeybee, Horse Thief by Unusual_Raccoon

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games)

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Arthur Morgan/F!Reader, Arthur Morgan/You

Additional Tags: Chapter 3: Clemens Point, Medium Honor Arthur, Deputy Arthur Morgan, Bandits & Outlaws, Blackmail, Power Imbalance, Oral Fixation, Blowjobs, Face-Fucking, Enemies to Lovers, Fluff and Smut, My First Work in This Fandom

Word Count: 5k

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Summary: You and your sorry crew intend to steal a man’s horse - turn’s out to be the wrong man’s horse.

A/N: Been on a little hiatus from writing and am desperately trying to get back into it. Diagnosed with Arthur Morgan brainrot. Also, forgive the quality, all of this was put together on my phone. This was based on an in-game encounter, where a girl tries to steal your horse, with a twist.

P.S. I don’t own the characters, obviously, just the idea~

It was supposed to be an easy score, a lone target. Ol’ Jimmy said you wouldn’t even have to lift a finger, just play the lost little damsel long enough for the boys to grab the feller’s horse. Easy enough.

You didn’t watch as they positioned the dead cart horse to make it look like you were stranded. You didn’t like to look at the beast’s big lifeless eyes.

You smoothed out your simple dress and waited in the Lemoyne heat. The sun was particularly unforgiving today as you shielded your eyes from the bright midday sunlight. Squinting beneath the shadow cast by your hand, you studied the shape of a rider coming up over the rise.

Jimmy and Carter had said the score would be easy, a dainty little racehorse that would fetch y’all a good price and an even softer rider. You gaped at the feller that came riding down the reddish dirt path. The rider was a mountain of a man, built like an ox, seated upon a hulking shire that looked like it could rival a moose in size.

Your stomach twisted as you sucked in a breath. The show had to go on.

You waited for the man to ride closer before you collapsed by the dead horse - you hadn’t bothered to ask where the fellers got a dead horse from - you cued the big blubbery southern belle tears and waited.

“Y’alright?” A gruff voice called as you heard the shire’s big puffs of air waft by you. He’d stopped.

“Erm…Miss?” He called a second time, voice a tad concerned and just barely exasperated.

You make sure to smear a little dirt on your cheeks as you melodramatically wiped away your tears. You blink up at the man through glassy eyes, he looked the farthest thing from soft.

“Oh, Mister!” You bellowed, tears cutting through the dirt now smeared on your cheeks.

“Oh thank heavens,” You huffed in a voice that wasn’t quite yours, a little too high, a little too shrill, “My sweet girl, my darling Jenny, done and died on me.”

You watched as the stranger’s scrutinizing gaze flickered between you and the dead horse.

“Uh huh,” he grunted, assessing that the horse behind you was, in fact, dead - damn thing was startin’ to stink.

“Oh, I hate to be a burden - you can ask my daddy ‘bout that, mister, God’s honest truth - but could I trouble you for a ride into town? Just into Rhodes down the way.”

He seemed to consider the request, long enough that it made nervousness twist in your belly.

Easy score, your shapely behind. They were a pack of fools and this was the last damn job you’d run with ‘em.

The man eventually let out a sigh, “sure,” he grunted, extending an arm to help you onto his massive mount. That was when you drew iron on him, a rusted navy revolver borrowed from Carter, who’d lifted it off of a war veteran. ‘Course they stuck you with the shitty sidearm, while they polished nickel plated pistols they never fired.

The man paused, eyes narrowed on you while Carter and Jimmy sprang from the brush, weapons trained on him.

“Get off the horse, mister,” You drawled and something in his blue eyes glowed hotter than the sun.

He let out a deep, rumbling bark of laughter before dutifully sliding off the saddle. He impacted the dirt, kicking up a little dust cloud. It was only when he was on the ground that you registered just how big the man was, he towered well over you. That was a side of prime beef, lord in heaven.

You held the gun on him still, right in the middle of his broad chest. His hands were settled on his hips, drawing attention to the twin brass framed revolvers waiting for him on either side.

Jimmy came at your back, weapon aimed at the man.

“Don’t even think about it,” Jimmy barked, his goddamn voice cracked, he sounded like a wild turkey.

“Grab the horse,” he muttered to you through his side teeth.

Your brow creased and you turned to your soon to be, former partner in crime.

“Me?” You asked, barely remembering to hold your gun - yeah, Carter owed you the damn thing after today - on the man.

“Yes, you.” Jimmy hissed earnestly.

“Why me? Why can’t he do it?” You asked, jerking your gun towards Carter, who was holding a lofty double barreled shotgun on the stranger y’all were doing a very poor job of robbing.

“We’s gotta watch ‘em.” Jimmy said, gesturing between himself and Carter.

“I’m watchin’ him right now!” You groused, and the man, the mysterious, giant man chuckled.

“Y’all didn’t plan this out too well, didja?” He asked, a big, smug smile on his face.

You held your gun on him firmer, willing away the tremble in your hands.

“Shut it, mister.” You growled, feeling something in your chest shrink at the way the playful glimmer in his blue eyes vanished, and something cold replaced it.

“You watch that mouth a’yours, Girlie,” he intoned a low, gravelly timbre, “‘fore I watch for you.”

Jimmy gave you one last look before inclining his head toward the horse.

You huffed, revolver in one hand as you struggled to scramble onto the big shire’s back.

“Need a hand back there?” The stranger asked smugly, and you shook off the thought of those big hands hoisting you around.

You managed to get your foot into a stirrup, revolver jammed into a cinched tie around your middle. You kept a hand on the horn of the saddle as you settled onto the worn dark leather.

You took the reins in both hands, tugging at them as you kicked at the horse’s sides, sending the beast into a loping gallop. The ride was rough and you gritted your teeth through it, bouncing up and down on the saddle that had grown used to one rider.

“C’mon,” you whined, “you big fool,” while the horse tried its damndest to buck you off. Your thigh muscles clenched, struggling to keep yourself on.

You didn’t get far, trying to stay on the massive, ill-tempered horse while Carter and Jimmy dealt with the rider.

You glimpsed Carter holding up that massive shotgun at the stranger, squeezing the trigger only to be outdone by the recoil, ensuring the only thing he grazed with his buckshot was the treetops. The recoil sent ‘em flying back, smacked his head on a rock and didn’t move no more. Moron.

Still bouncing on the horse, you watched as the man drew iron, smooth as you had ever seen it. A single brass framed revolver trained on Jimmy.

“You run now, n’ I won’t kill ya,” He grunted and your partner, the lily-livered sorry excuse of man, left you without even a second look. 3 years of scores together and he couldn’t spare so much as a thank you.

You struggled with the reins, just barely tugging the horse in the direction you wanted to go. Sweat shimmered on your skin, your thighs ached, still tense. Maybe, just maybe, you still had a shot at making some money.

“Hoss,” the stranger called and suddenly the horse went still as the grave, huffing into the dirt. You were dizzy sittin’ on its back, shaking hands still holding the reins. You dug your heels into the beast’s sides, but it didn’t budge.

You heard the approaching jingle of spurs as the stranger drew near, your muscles felt rubbery and tight all at once. For a moment, you couldn’t unclench your thighs, you felt stuck on the damn horse.

You squinted ruefully down at the man, spotting the glimmering blue of his eyes from behind the worn leather brim of his hat.

“Howdy,” he called, seeming quite pleased with himself.

“Oh leave off, mister,” you grumbled sourly.

“Well now, is that any way to talk to a feller you was gonna rob?” He asked, hands braced around the shiny belt buckle of his gunbelt.

“‘Cept I didn’t actually rob you,” You gestured down to the horse beneath you, “didn’t take nothin’, just borrowed…”

He chuckled, it was a deep, rolling sound that made your skin pebble tight even in this Lemoyne heat.

“My, you are a consummate liar, aintcha Girlie?”

“Y’almost had me for a minute there,” He admitted, there was no sign of Jimmy and you were pretty sure Carter had gone and split his skull on that there rock, so for the moment, you were at this man’s mercy.

“What gave me away?” You asked, and he tilted his head to look at you better.

“Darling Jenny,” He said, gesturing towards the dead horse.

“What about her?” You asked nearly defensively.

“Girlie, Jenny ain’t never been gelded,” He said with a little laugh, your cheeks flushed warm, had you bothered looking at the damn horse it’s gender would’ve been obvious.

“Oh,” you exhaled dumbly.

You paused, realizing that for all of your efforts the man hadn’t truly bought your charade.

“Why did you agree to help me then?” You asked in return.

His face crinkled in a smile that made your stomach tingle, “You’re pretty.”

The tingle traveled lower and pulsed briefly between your thighs.

“For a horse thief,” He added and you felt spite sear in your belly. Your jaw tensed tight until it hurt.

“Aw, did I hurt your feelin’s, Girlie?” He asked with a feigned sympathy and you wanted to shoot him so bad, air him out with so many holes there weren’t a broad chest nor strapping shoulders to distract you any longer.

“Only fair, you did point a gun at me.”

“And I’ll point it at you again, old man.” You sneered, feeling your blood swiftly run cold once more as his expression turned severe.

“That ain’t no game, Miss - you draw iron on me again you best be ready to use it.”

Your cheeks throbbed hot with an embarrassed blush and you stubbornly wished to pull the revolver tucked into the sash around your waist, if only to prove that you could.

“Get down off that horse now.” He ordered and despite your stubborn streak that stretched about as wide as the Lannahechee River, you listened.

You felt small pinned between him and his horse.

“You gonna shoot me?” You asked, chin held up boldly.

“You gonna give me reason to?” He asked in return, and to be honest, you didn’t have an answer to his question, yet.

You shrugged softly in return, face still twisted in a mean little scowl, but it didn’t seem to bother him none.

“You’re a mean little thing, aintcha?” He grumbled, eyes squinted in a way that made it look like was amused.

“Apologize.” He grunted after a moment, and your surprise nearly snapped your neck with how hard you whipped your head to stare at him, all wild eyed.

“‘Scuse me?” You asked incredulously.

“You heard me, Girl - Unless, you’d rather take that trip down to Rhodes after all and we can talk to ol’ Sheriff Leigh Gray?”

“Boy, I really did hurt yer feelings with all this horse stealin’ business, didn’t I mister?” You asked coyly, throwing in a hint of your southern belle performance from earlier.

He laughed, eyes lighting up brighter than an oil lamp.

“Not mine, honeybee, gave Hoss a scare though.”

You looked back at the horse, at its big gentle face and funny shaped convex head and felt a twinge of remorse. ‘Course then that tingle in your belly came back with a vengeance when you recognized the fond pet name that dripped from his lips, sweeter than a cold breeze in that sticky heat.

“Honeybee?” You echoed curiously, watching a big, hard hand tug gently at the faded sleeve of your dress, you marveled down at the sun-bleached stripes with renewed wonder. You should’ve hated him somethin’ fierce, making you apologize n’ all.

“Honeybee,” he said with a nod, lips lifted in a smirk.

“Go on,” he ushered, “show me you’re sorry.”

You folded your arms over your chest petulantly.

“Sorry,” you huffed very, very insincerely.

“C’mon now, Girlie, you can do better n’that.”

You rolled your eyes, making a show of pressing a hand over your heart, “I ain’t never gonna steal again, mister-“

He held up a hand, cutting you off.

“Didn’t say to lie to me, Girl.” He said brusquely.

“I said show me,” To clarify his meaning, he widened his stance, pointing to the space between his feet with his other hand poised on his belt. Your stomach tightened, he couldn’t mean for you to -

Your rage returned in a fitful, hot wave.

“I ain’t a whore, mister!” You were a thief certainly, a scoundrel frequently, but a whore? No, never.

“‘Course not,” he agreed in a nearly placating tone and you felt some of that tension in your belly loosen.

“I ain’t payin’ you for this.” He added with a bit more bite. He straightened his jacket and in that unbearable heat, you were nearly blinded by the glint of sunlight off of metal pinned to his chest. Your sore legs went numb and your hands shook somethin’ awful. You were gonna be sick.

“Y-you’re a deputy?” You asked, voice small in the back of your throat.

He stared down at the badge then back at you, “that I am.”

You had tried to rob a goddamned Sheriff’s Deputy. Oh, when you got your hands on Jimmy, you were gonna kill him. The fool.

“See, one word to Sheriff Gray and you’d be swingin’ ‘fore supper.”

You pressed a hand to your naked throat with a shudder.

“But,” He intoned with a tilt of his head, “I don’t wanna do that, not to you Honeybee - you got a gift, betcha could talk the skin off a cat, be wrong a’me to snuff that out.”

“Alls you gotta do is show me you’re sorry, that’s it, then you and me are square.” He explained, the timbre of his voice was soothing.

“That’s it? Then we’re even?” You asked nervously, wringing your hands together, not once considering reaching for the gun at your hip. You couldn’t shoot your way outta this, not with him, not if you intended to keep breathing.

“God’s honest truth.”

“So, what d’ya say?” He asked, and you loathed how damned handsome he looked. You swallowed thickly, struggling to find your voice, so you nodded.

“Okay.”

His lips lifted in a wide, wolfish smile.

“Attagirl.”

—

You settled in a nice shady spot under a tree, the Deputy, Callahan, is what he told you to call him. You had passed by the dead horse, and by the big pool of Carter’s blood in the road too.

The Deputy hitched Hoss to a low hanging branch, giving the big shire plenty of room to graze. He even took time to remove the horse’s heavy saddle, and brush his coat until it gleamed black as a raven’s feathers under the dappled spots of sunlight.

“You got a woman, Mr. Callahan?” You asked as he peculiarly set his jacket down, the one with the shiny star pinned to it, for you to kneel on. You scrambled onto the supple, broken in leather. Felt soft while draped over the plush grass.

He was dealing with his belt, peeking up at you from under his hat with a silly sorta smile, “No, Miss, I do not.”

“That why you wanna put your pecker in my mouth?” You asked as you fiddled with your dress while knelt on the ground.

“Nah, that ain’t the reason,” he said, that same silly smile on his lips as he worked on the clasp of his pants, shrugging off one suspender then the other.

“Told you to mind that mouth, didn’t I, Honeybee?”

A shiver raced through you.

“Ain’t never heard of a feller wanting to fuck a lady’s mouth,” you admitted.

“Ain’t been ‘round enough fellers then. And yer hardly a lady, Girlie.”

You offered a brief scowl, before watching as he freed himself from his trousers, thick and hot in his palm. He stroked himself a few times, easing back the supple stretch of foreskin over the bloated, drooling head of his manhood. His girth was frightening as his cock swelled up, all throbbing and the like, you thought that monster might bust your jaw.

“How am I supposed to fit that in my mouth?” You asked with a hint of horror.

“Same way you fit all that shit you talk in that mouth, I suppose.” He retorted, tugging at himself around the base where there was a lush nest of dark blonde curls.

Something sticky and translucent dripped like morning dew from the thick flushed tip of his cock.

“Hot out, ain’t it?” He asked conversationally as he continued working himself in his palm. There was sweat making some of your hair cling to the back of your neck. You nodded in agreement.

“Come get you somethin’ to drink,” He rumbled, giving his cock a shake so another pearl of clear fluid dribbled from the flared slit.

Your mouth grew oddly dry and damp all together as you leaned forward, stomach churning nervously as you curled a hand around him. He felt searingly hot and the skin supple as the leather of his jacket. You couldn’t fit him in one hand, and after a few tugs your wrist started aching. So you switched to the other palm, working him over, this part weren’t so unfamiliar.

“Give them hands a break, Girlie,” He instructed and you nodded. You opened your mouth a bit, as you drew closer towards his cock, licking your lips to provide a little moisture as you wrapped your mouth around the crown of his manhood.

You expected it to taste…well bad. It didn’t taste like much, like skin and sweat and something musky. Your tongue innocently pressed at the weepy tip of his cock, squeaking out a sound muffled in your occupied mouth. Your tongue watered at the taste, it weren’t sweet, but sorta thick and sticky like honey.

“That’s it, Honeybee,” He praised with a groan, a heavy hand settled on your head, your core flexed all tight.

You’d just started to feel like you were getting a handle on things, playing your tongue over his tip in circles when he eased his cock out of your mouth. You glared up at him, but it didn’t last. He gently rolled his foreskin over the bloated head, you could see a bead of your spit glistening wetly there. He gathered the skin back and forth, before grunting, “Get yer tongue under there.”

Your head felt foggy, so it took a moment for you to realize what he was asking, but the moment things clicked, you obeyed. Your tongue slipped and wriggled beneath his foreskin, while he slowly stroked himself, your hands writhed in your lap. You felt warm all over, hot in the belly with more musk washing over your tongue. You felt drunk on the taste like you couldn’t get enough, better n’ any whiskey or beer you’d ever had.

He pulled back, the thick tip resting against your lips, twitching as you lathed the tip with wet kisses. Your brain was still all fogged up but in a way it was like your body still knew what to do.

You swallowed around him and a pleasant spurt of that nectar slid right down your throat. You groaned a small grateful sound right down his shaft. His hand continued stroking at your sweat-dampened hair.

“You know, Girlie, you ain’t so bad with that mouth all stuffed up,” He teased and your foggy brain didn’t allow for anything, ‘cept for you to whine around him.

“I’m just teasing, Darlin’,” He cooed, and you felt him slide along the flat of your tongue, “you’re a natural at this.”

Warmth knotted all hot in your belly, burned and twisted right above your navel. Your eyes watered all pleasant and your throat chafed, your hands smoothed over your lap, searching for a hint of friction to chase away the ache building there.

The motion of rocking back and forth weren’t unlike riding a horse, the irony certainly weren’t lost even on your fogged up brain, with a hand in your hair, tugging you this way and that like a pair of reins.

You’d gone all soft-headed and docile with him in your mouth, you’d never tell ‘em that you liked it, but ya did. Oh lord, you liked it a lot. Felt so right having somethin’ in your mouth, having a man in your mouth. Made ya hot all over, inside and out.

In that moment he coulda had Leigh Gray string you up after, and you probably woulda thanked that strange Deputy Callahan.

Much of your work, thieving and the like , well it had roughened you up. More often than not you wore trousers, slept with a gun, and drank harder than the men you ran with. You’d never really felt like a woman, hadn’t had the luxury of it in your young life, but now? This man, he’d gone and made you feel delicate, kneeling on his jacket, eyes damp with tears, wet between the legs, senses hazy with the taste of him - his Honeybee.

So, you poured your apology into every clever curl of your tongue and hollow of your cheeks.

Every wet descent, your head brimmed with: I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

The thick head of his cock pushed at the snug opening of your throat, catching at the spasming rim of constructing muscle. A gag worked its way through you. Your eyes flew open and you glimpsed his gaze beneath the brim of his hat. Your hands grabbed frantic fistfuls of your striped dress where they rested in your lap.

“Easy, Darlin’, that’s it - relax. Just breathe, Girlie. Gonna learn that pretty throat real good, Honeybee - dontcha worry.”

You liked the sound of that. You nearly melted between his feet.

—

Time had gone sideways since you had settled on his jacket. Your legs had gone numb and knees ached, not terrible, but they still ached.

Your throat was fucked raw, with the thick, pulsing manhood of that Deputy crammed into it. Your sex hurt worst of all, all wet and puffy and neglected between your thighs.

You didn’t gag no more, ‘cept when he fucked into your throat real hard and mean, and even when he did it made your whole body clench real tight and your drippy cunt get even wetter.

He slid back into your throat and you gurgled a little sound around him before going pleasantly limp, his hands were in you hair, stroking and scratching until you were pure bliss wrapped around him.

His thrusts grew rougher, sharper, you damn near busted your nose on his pelvis with the way he was hammering away your throat.

His grip tightened in your hair, your eyes watered and you whined. A growl tangled up in his chest, the blue of his eyes looked otherworldly.

“Gonna empty the chamber, Girlie,” he growled lowly, and your body tensed, you clawed at his hip, feeling the hard sinew there beneath freckled, pale skin.

His heavy balls impacted with your chin, and the thick head of his cock musta been halfway down your throat when he spilled. His balls tensed hot against your chin, warm spend filling your belly up. Each hot spurt hit the back of your throat like a live round.

You were dazed, coughing wetly when he pulled all the way out, a sloppy mess of slime from your throat dripped from his softening cock. He gave himself a shake and the mess splattered on your dress and on the grass.

You melted, having lost the tension in your legs, landing right on your rear.

You stared up at the Deputy as he did up his trousers properly, lazily slinging one suspender over his shoulder to keep them up. His gunbelt went on next, secured around his waist.

He worked on the clasps of Hoss’ saddle and you felt something cold twist in your belly: he was gonna leave.

He paused and stared down at you.

“Gimme your gun.” He said, and that warm tingle that had been eating you from the inside, out, died.

“What?” You asked numbly, voice hoarse.

He pointed more certainly to the gun stuffed through the sash around your waist, “Your gun.”

“I- Mister, I did what you wanted.” You exhaled nervously.

“You did,” He agreed, with an almost stony expression.

“I,” You sucked in a breath that made your throat burn, “I can try again,” You offered.

“Ain’t no need - you sucked all the venom outta me.” He said with a small, filthy smile that sparked some of that dying fire in your belly.

“You gone and put me in a good mood, so I’ll ask again, gimme the gun.”

You stared down at the weapon now sitting in your lap, and back up the man you had tried to rob with said gun.

With a shaking hand, you acquiesced, handing over what was your only means of self-preservation, save for gettin’ on your knees.

You watched as he rummaged through his saddlebags, offering an oatcake to Hoss, before returning to you.

He settled down on the ground with a sigh, your revolver in hand, all rust-bitten, a rag and a tube of oil in his grasp.

Your heart pounded a little harder in your chest as he methodically emptied the cylinder, dumping each bronze bullet onto the skirt of your dress.

“Where’d you get this?” He asked, setting his supplies down to fetch a cigarette from his satchel. He struck a match against the sole of his boot, puffing out little twin curls of smoke from his nostrils.

“Carter,” You said, internally counting the rounds he had dropped into your lap.

“Which one was, Carter?” The Deputy asked as he opened the tube of oil, wetting the stained rag with it.

You gestured over to the body and the man gave a knowing grunt.

“It’s a fine weapon, just needs a little lovin’ is all.” He explained and your belly got all tight and warm again, watching those big hands tenderly clean the old navy revolver.

“Here,” he grunted, cigarette pinched between his lips as he passed the revolver back to you, “y’got small hands, better for getting in the tight spaces.”

He was right, it was what made you a damn good thief.

You resumed cleaning the weapon, trying to mimic what you had seen him doing, while he smoked his cigarette. Every now and again a big hand would reach over and guide you.

You worked in relative silence, watching him, watching you. In that moment, with the sky a heavenly shade of violet, and that curious stranger next to you, his spend sitting in your belly, you felt more at ease than you had in years.

“There,” he grunted wiping away any residual gun oil and the weapon nearly gleamed brand new, “now if you stick a feller up, you’ll do it with well maintained weapon.”

It felt odd being told how to rob a man by a Sheriff’s Deputy.

“And next time you go to rob folk, do it with a crew that knows how to shoot.” He suggested and you nodded, “okay.”

He gave you a long that made you ache for him in your mouth again, a long fond look.

“You gon’ behave now, Honeybee?” He asked in low, sultry tone.

“Hardly,” You answered, “Not when you gone and showed me how to rob folks proper.” You said, toting your freshly cleaned revolver and a devilish smile.

He laughed, leaned back against the tree, lips lingering in a smile when he looked at you again.

“Shit,” he huffed, eyes terribly blue in that light,“That’s my fault ain’t it?”

You nodded back with a little smug smile.

He helped you load up your revolver and you gave it a shaky twirl.

“There y’are - a regular Black Belle.”

You giggled and it sounded awfully feminine, there he went again, making you feel all soft and delicate.

He looked up at the sky and let out a sigh, it had cooled off a few degrees as night approached.

“I was right about somethin’,” He grunted as he got to his feet, pulling you up with him.

“What’s that?” You asked as you handed him his jacket back.

“Not shootin’ you.” He admitted.

He shook his jacket out, dusting it off before throwing it on.

He strode over to Hoss and stepped into the stirrup effortlessly, made you a little embarrassed over how much trouble you’d gone through trying to get on that massive horse.

“You gon’ tell the Sheriff about me, Mister?” You asked indulgently.

“Nah, I ain’t,” he sighed, holding the reins in one hand.

You smiled all wide, pulling out a bit of that southern belle persona.

“You sweet on me, Mister?” You called after him, watching as he tilted his head back to laugh out a low gravelly sound that hit you right between the thighs.

“Sweet on that fool mouth, more like it.” He called back.

“I think you like me,” You said matter-of-factly, a coy smile on your lips, you could still taste him on your tongue.

“I think you’re a pain in the ass,” He retorted without any malice, a big, dumb smile on his handsome face. Leigh Gray was as dense as a rock if he thought hiring a Deputy that looked like Mr. Callahan would deter crime, feller like that made ya wanna misbehave.

Hoss started off in a trot, before the Deputy tugged on his reins to pause. His head tilted back over his shoulder in your direction.

“You need a ride back to town…Honeybee?”

Oh, he was definitely sweet on ya. You owed Jimmy a beer when you found that weaselly shit later.

You gathered your skirt into one hand, “That’s mighty kind of you, Mister.”

“Shut up,” He groused but you could hear the smile in his voice as he hoisted you up onto his horse with minimal effort.

You grinned, lips lingering near his ear, your voice entirely your own, full of snark and challenge, one that you knew he’d gladly rise to “make me.”

#my writing #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption fanfiction #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan x reader

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Returning Home Prologue- Thorin Oakenshield x OC

Thorin Oakenshield x Bellarose Baggins

Description: N/A

Word Count: 508

A/N #1: Yeah, I am jumping into another series despite just finishing one. I am still riding on the high that I got from writing Of Princes and Witches and decided to just jump into another one while I still had serotonin in me.

A/N #2: This is a short prologue, but honestly it was just a little information I needed to get out of the way before I start. Enjoy!

Hobbits have been living and farming in the four Farthings of the Shire for many hundreds of years, quite content to ignore and be ignored by the world of the Big Folk. Middle Earth being, after all, full of strange creatures beyond count. Hobbits must seem of little importance, being neither renowned as great warriors, nor counted amongst the very wise. In fact, it has been remarked by some that Hobbit’s only real passion is for food as they had also developed a keen interest in the brewing of ales and the smoking of pipeweed. But where their hearts truly lie is in peace and quiet. 

Well, there was one outlier to this: a Hobbit by the name of Bellarose Baggins. Ever since she was a child, she always went off looking for an adventure. When she was young she would spend hours upon hours outside with her older brother Bilbo exploring all that Hobbiton had to offer. They were always running off in search of Elves and the woods. They’d stay out late and come home long after dark, trailing mud, twigs and fireflies. Bellarose absolutely loved it, she was always eager to stay outside for as long as she could.

Of course, as with most things, good things had to come to an end. Well, for Bilbo at least. Bellarose was a different story. Despite being well past the age of maturity for Hobbits (having recently turned forty-three), Miss Baggins never really grew out of her childhood thirst for adventure. She desperately wished to just go off like she used to, to find out what lied beyond the borders of the Shire. It was because of that that she was seen as an outcast amongst her fellow Hobbits. 

But, of course, she couldn’t just galivant off at random like she did when she was a child, especially if her brother had anything to say about it. Believe me, she tried to grow up like dear Bilbo had. She really did. As she continued to grow she spent all her time studying. She went from reading for leisure to learning how to heal people. Eventually she became a healer for the people of Hobbiton and even a few surrounding Hobbit towns. She was incredibly skilled in her craft as she’d learned and memorized everything there was to know about the subject, and she was sort of infamous around the Shire for it. 

Unfortunately, in doing that, she also discovered hundreds of books with maps and history, and she was instantly hooked.  By this point she had managed to memorize maps, languages, history, anything and everything she could get her hands on. She figured that this would be the best compromise with her brother because she was discovering new things without physically running off at random times. So, between healing and such, she continued to broaden her mind and daydream about what adventures she could go on and discover. Little did she know that adventure would call her sooner than she thought.

#the hobbit #the hobbit imagine #thorin oakenshield #thorin imagine #thorin x oc

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maevy full character sheet

introduction:

Name: Maeverin Eorla Featherstep

alias(es): maevy (preferred name; nobody calls her maeverin), mav (closest friends and partner)

pronouns: she/her

height: 3’0” (1m)

sexuality: sapphic

gender: female

age(current): 40 (approx. equivalent to 25 in humans)

native language(s): common tongue

other spoken language(s): elvish, dwarfish, sylvan/fae

hobbies: baking, poetry, stargazing/astronomy

zodiac sign: capricorn sun, gemini moon, virgo rising

likes: music, tea, cooking, watching/studying nature and magic, learning about new things

dislikes: performing for crowds, intentional ignorance, fish (food), violence, being cold

fear(s): fish (animal), failure, the ocean

rationality(1-10): 8

emotionality(1-10): 5

introvert or extrovert(1-10): 2.5

date of birth: january 18th

birthplace: the same hole her family has lived in for generations

current residence: see above

culture(s) they grew up with: the northern halflings her family and shire are a part of

rolemodel/ person they look up to: her mentor from school/university

apperance:

species: halfling

eye color: dark blue

hair color: mousy, ashy light brown

hair style: wavy, always in an incredibly messy low bun or braids

skin tone: very pale, heavily freckled, quick to blush and burn

weight: 40lbs

body type: generally small. stockier in build as per usual, but long-limbed and delicate-handed for her species

other physical characteristics: agile and relatively graceful, but weak.

scar(s): n/a

usual facial expression: thoughtful, soft.

body mod(s): n/a

career:

current ocupation(s): bard, magic researcher

former occupation(s): student

backstory

childhood: such a shy girl! raised among a large family of entertainers, she loved dancing and playing music but hated performing for unfamiliar people.

education: went to a university in a bugger city, double majoring in bard magic and metaphysics and graduating with honors.

important person(s): her favorite teacher and mentor of many years, who practically raised her once she was in school. mysteriously disappeared a few years back?

traits:

strength(s): her smarts, creativity, and dexterity/agility

weakness(es): her physical strength and fear of failure

special skill(s): figuring things out, puzzles. also girl can COOK

weapon(s) of choice: guitar/lute, words (dagger only if absolutely necessary)

combat style: magic, but she tries to avoid violence and conflict if at all possible

positive trait(s): LOVES to teach others, always notices the little details

negative trait(s): easily annoyed by loud/sudden noises, exceptionally messy

optimist or pessimist(1-10): 4

relationships:

bad habit(s): chews on her pens, always tapping fingers/pens on tables and such, which drives her family NUTS

best friend(s): her older cousin frances, tally

childhood/former friend(s): her other cousins, neighbors

partner(s): unnamed/unclaimed ace centaur girlfriend (PLEASE SEND AN ASK IF YOU’D LIKE TO CREATE HER!!!!)

love intrest(s): see above

enemy(ies): her petty, rude grandmother, and her phy ed teacher from school

family:

pet(s)/animal(s): little brown mouse named tally

parent(s): saorise featherstep (mother), wheaton thobb (father)

sibling(s): two younger twin siblings, wilhelmina and branston

other relative(s): hundreds. most notably, her great-great-great gramma eorla featherstep, who was an incredible dancer. she earned the name “featherstep” in the first place, and maevy was named after her.

health:

mental health: girl is anxious as hell, all the time. she might have adhd or autism but also i don’t know if those things are recognized in the world/era she lives in

disabilities: see above

physical conditions: carpal tunnel, BAD. all she does is play instruments and write. she spends most of her time with her hands/wrists taped to try to help it.

addiction(s): fruitcake

other:

aesthetic: hobbit.

clothing style: simple, she will NOT wear pants (in favor of skirts and dresses) or shoes (halfling). she likes little lacy/embroidered accents on clothes, but otherwise sticks to browns and greens and won’t put extra effort into embellishing an outfit.

favorite food: fruitcake, buttered biscuits, tea

favorite color: green

alignment: neutral good

eating habit(s): hearty. she’s a halfling, what do you expect?

sleeping habit(s): poor at best. she gets distracted and stays up late, and wakes up early by preference

#maevy featherstep #oc #long post

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"MOUTH SICK" FREE VERSION I'm pretty sure I got all of it changed out. But if I missed anything, please let me know.

ORIGINAL VERSION

@k-shire Here you go ;)

Potential TW ::: Difficulty conceiving.

A/N ::: I am so tired tonight that this was not super proofed. This was an ask that came via my messages. They wanted a story with the spicy and the sweet parts of Kats & F.reader tryin' for a baby. I hope it has all the elements you wanted and that you like it!

C/W ::: Aged up Kats x f.reader, facial fluids being discharged (snot, tears). Oral M->F Quite a bit of P->V. Lovey dovey stuff, sweet moments between 2 people who just want a freakin' baby. Ok? 😭

WC ::: 4,923 +/- (Jesus christ, I'm so sorry. This totally got away from me and I don't even know how.)

"Hey babe, it's me." Katsuki said in his typical growly voice. "I guess you're still at work or somethin'. Anyway, I'll be home tomorrow night. Also, I'been holdin' back. So, be ready for me. I love you, call me if ya want."

Katsuki was out of town on a job. He's been gone for almost a week now, the longest you two have been apart since you got married, almost 2 years ago. You missed him, sure. But when he came home, stomping through the entryway, yelling for you, it was the best feeling to be wrapped up in his arms and smooshed into his chest.

The two of you have been leaving yourselves open to having a baby for about 4 months now. It hasn't been constant trying, but the longer it goes that you're not getting pregnant, the more you feel like you're needing to take this more seriously. You started reading up on the most productive positions to get the result you're looking for, studying what you can do before and after you do the deed. How to check your basal temperature. When doctor intervention becomes more than a discussion and an absolute necessity.

The phone beeps, alerting you to your missed call and voicemail. "What ... oh, damn it." You listen to the message Katsuki left you and couldn't help the soft pink blush that spread over your face and chest. No man had ever made you feel the way he has. You had been pretty reserved until he helped you tap into your inner slutty girl. It sounds bad, but you've not looked back once since he brought you out of your little sexual shell. And why should you? Every time you're with him you swear it's the best sex you've ever had. Point being, you got really lucky to have him love you and be able to love him.

Pushing #1 on speed dial, you hear the other line ringing and start praying to whatever gods would listen to you that he'd answer his phone.

"Hey brat. Y'ignorin' me now or some shit like that? The fuck ya think ya are?" You could hear him choke out a laugh. The background noise was almost louder than he was.

"You know it, you caught me. Trying to ignore you. What're you gonna do about it?" You giggled when you heard his breath hitch in his throat. Your voice got low and breathy, "You gonna punish me, hm? Good luck catching me, Kats."

The phone crackled a few times before you heard him, "Hey! Y'there? Babe!? Goddamn it, this shit ass fuc---" and then you heard nothing.

"K-Kats? Hello? Are you ... are you there? Oh." You tossed the phone on the couch and pouted. "Things were just about to get good, too." You whined to the cat. But you knew they didn't care. They were Kats' anyway. They merely tolerated you until they were hungry and then they were your biggest fan.

A chime rang out into the quiet room and you pounced on it. A text from Katsuki, "Sorry, shit reception here. I'll try to call you from the hotel later. XXX"

It was about 6pm. Too early for bed, too late to go anywhere. So you curled up on the couch and watched your wedding video. You laughed and cried about how stupid you felt for missing him so much. He's only been gone a week and he'll be home tomorrow. Less than 24 hours and you would be together again.

You woke up to the sun forcing its way through the edges of the window coverings. "He's coming home today! He ... is finally coming home today!" A contented sigh heaved its way from your chest as you stood and stretched the uncomfortable position you slept in from your body. And then immediately a wave of dizziness washed over you. "The f-," you covered your eyes and stumbled as best you could with limited vision to the bathroom. Turning on the faucet, you splashed cool water on your face . "Mmm ..." Your eyes roamed to the bathroom cupboard. The dizziness faded and soon your body followed your eyes' lead and you bent down to open the door and pull out a pregnancy test.

You peed on the plastic receptacle and set the timer you'd bought specially for the bathroom, only to hurry up and wait for the next 3 minutes.

"Oh." You tried so hard not to let yourself get wrapped up in the hope that all of your fun and hard work had finally paid off. But it still hurt. It always hurt. It was a relief though, that Katsuki wasn't here to have to go through this again. He always somehow got more excited than you at the prospect of you becoming parents. 'There's plenty uh’time, ma,' he always says to you whenever the result is another negative.

It would be several hours before he'd be home, so you put yourself together and set out to grocery shop. You decided to stop by your favorite little boutique and look around at the lingerie. Maybe that would help cheer you up and raise moral to romp around with your husband. You laughed at the stupid thought. It was always fun to be with Katsuki.

You managed to knock all of your tasks out in a couple of hours and drove home to get stuff put away. You still wanted to shower, put on the new lingerie you bought and figure out what to do for dinner. Take-out was calling your name tonight.

In the shower, you started to think about how much you loved Katsuki. And a familiar, warm, tingly feeling started to bloom in the pit of your stomach. Unconsciously, you began rubbing your thighs together trying to alleviate the pressure - however pleasant it might be - building there. It was a dangerous game you were playing here. If you rubbed them too much, you know you'd get beyond frustrated and have to take care of this on your own. And there was nothing you wanted more than for him to be the one to alleviate this pent up tension in your body. Seeing as he was the one causing it, it only seemed fair.

Hurrying to finish washing up, you managed to get out of there with only a little bit of lingering agitation. Perhaps agitation was too strong a word. But you missed him so much there was no other word you could think of to replace it.

All wrapped up in a towel, you went to your room and looked over the clothes you had laid out for tonight. The dress you chose was newer, you picked it up a month or so ago, but haven't had the chance to wear it. It’s so new that he hasn't even seen it on you. The lingerie was a strappy black 1 piece and it looked so confusing to you. But you wanted to look nice for him. You knew he would love it for the whole 30 seconds it was on you before he tore it off. Yet you couldn't help but feel a little bit nervous about his homecoming.

It all felt so new to you for some strange reason.

His Jeep pulled into the driveway and your heart all but stopped beating. Your face got hot and you felt like you were going to faint again. "Jesus, calm yourself, y/n. You're married for Christ's sake. Have been for over 2 years. He is your husband. He already loves you." But you didn't believe a word you said to yourself.

You ran to the bedroom to take one last quick glance at your appearance. Smoothing down the dress at your stomach, you noticed it didn't sit quite like it did when you first bought it. You just chalked it up to a little bit of stress eating with Katsuki being gone, and you trying to stay cool about (not) getting pregnant. It just caught up to you. No matter. He's home.

The front door opened and you heard his heavy footsteps. Music to your ears. "Babe? 'M home. Get yer ass ov-", You peeked your head out of the bedroom and gave him a sassy smile. "There you are, fuck, missed you so much. Don't move." He tossed his keys onto the kitchen table and walked toward you like he was hunting you. Like if he moved to quickly you'd get startled and run away from him. Little did he know that it would take a lot more than him running at you to make you even flinch.

"I missed you too, Kats. So much." You whispered as he got closer. He reached out for you and pulled you flush against him, his mouth immediately finding yours. His lips were so soft and warm and he smelled so good. You couldn't resist the urge to kiss him deeper, and you let your tongue brush his bottom lip. He growled and held you tighter.

"Fuck, y’taste so good. Yer gonna kill me. I can't wait for you any longer. All of you. Every part of you." He kissed your cheek and then your ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth and tugging on it with his teeth. You moaned and ground your hips into his. The sensation of his hardness rubbing against you made you ache with need.

"Oh God. Please. I need you so much." Every brush of his fingers against your body left a trail of raised, peach fuzz hairs in their wake. You were panting now, trying to catch your breath from his lips on your skin. He pulled back and looked at you, his eyes shining with love and lust. "I love you so much, babe."

"I love you too, Katsuki." Your voice was breathy and quiet, almost like you were afraid to say it.

He leaned in and kissed you again, this time with more heat and intensity. His hands found their way to your ass and he squeezed, eliciting a whimper from your lips. "Let's go to bed." He grabbed your hand and led you to the bedroom.

You walked in and he pushed you onto the bed. You squealed and giggled as you bounced. He stood over you and started to unbutton his shirt. His abs and pecs were on display for you. You couldn't help but lick your lips at the sight of his muscles moving as he shrugged his shirt off his shoulders. He moved to unbuckle his belt and you got a little nervous. He was so hot and you felt like you couldn't keep up with him. But he always managed to make you feel like the most beautiful woman on earth.

As he took his pants off, you got up and stood in front of him so he could unzip the dress. "You make this dress look so fuckin' beautiful, babe. Goddamn. So sexy. But y'know, 's much as I love this, 'm dying to see what's underne- Hoh fuck. Th- you- fuck that's hot. This new?" He asked as he covered his mouth with his right hand and shook his head slowly.

"You like it?" You blushed hard.

"Do I fuckin' like it. C'mere. Fuckin' c'mere and I'll show you just how much I like it." He pulled you close and kissed your lips, your neck, your chest. You could feel him hard and throbbing against your lower stomach. It was driving you wild.

He turned you around and began to kiss your shoulders. He moved the straps of the lingerie down and bit your skin gently. "Ah! Katsuki, please. Please touch me. I need you."

"Patience. G’na take my time with you. Got about 6 days to make up for, darlin'. Lemme have this. Lemme have you."

He turned you back around and kissed you deeply. He held you close and you could feel the heat radiating from his body. "I am so glad you're home, Kats." You whispered while you pulled him to the bed.

You laid there and let him take over, let him do what he wanted. And what he wanted was to drive you crazy. He kissed every inch of your body, making sure to pay extra attention to your most sensitive parts.

"You work out this week or somethin'?" He asked between kissing your hot skin. He moved down to your belly. "Fuck, you're just so ..." he growled against your skin as he breathed you in. "Your tits look fantastic. You're so ... gah ... I dunno. You're just so soft." He ran his hands over your curves and squeezed your hips.

You pulled his hair and guided him to your core. "Katsuki, need ... need your mouth." He obliged and licked a stripe up your slit, his tongue pressing firmly against your clit and you jumped back. "Hohmygod, Kats! Fuck!!"

"S'sensitive for me," he dove back in and started to suck on your clit, swirling his tongue around it and then flattening it and moving it side to side, "Fumkin' lub et." You felt like you were going to burst. The feeling was overwhelming and you felt yourself get close to the edge faster than you could ever remember.

"Katsu- kugh, ohmygod, I'm gonna ... I'm gonna ..." You grabbed his head and pushed him further into you. He moaned and his hands dug into your thighs as he kept working your swollen cunt.

"Cum for me, baby. Show me how fuckin’ hard y’can cum for me. Lemme see that pretty pussy cum for me." He moved back down and started sucking and licking your clit again, his fingers sliding inside you and hitting that spot you love so much.

Your whole body tensed up and you felt yourself explode all over his fingers and tongue. "Katsuki!!!" You screamed and bucked your hips against his face, chasing your orgasm. You could feel him smiling against your skin as you rode out your pleasure against his face and hands. You didn't know what you were rubbing yourself against but there was no part of you that could stop it from happening.

"G'girl. Fuck, you taste s'good, babe. Kinda diff’rent. More tart. Lemony." He kissed your thigh and then crawled up to kiss you. "Gonna fuck a baby into you now." He smiled down at you, much more sweetly than his intentions actually were and held your legs open so he could slide himself inside you.

"Mmmm, yes ... please, want you … in me." You whined as he started to push himself in. He was big, you were used to it. But tonight you needed a minute or two to adjust to his size. It felt like you were clenching down on him, almost purposely. Making it more difficult for him to push himself entirely inside of you. 

"Jesus fuck, you sure you weren't doing some pussy push-ups r'somethin'? You're so tight, babe. Feels so fuckin' good. But … Jesus."

You couldn't control your laughter at him calling kegel exercises 'pussy push-ups'. It was so stupid, but it made you feel warm and loved that he cared enough to notice things like that. "I've been practicing, yeah." You smirked and he leaned in and kissed you again.

"Good. So fuckin' good. Now, g'na fuck you 'til you can't stand it. I'm gonna cum in that hot pussy and make you the sexiest ma on the face of the planet." He growled against your lips as he started to move inside you.

You lost track of time and your body just reacted to him. He was rough and tender. Everything you needed and more. The two of you singing this song of moans in unison sounded better than any of your favorite songs ever had. His grunts and growls filled the room, as he fucked you harder and harder, so too, did your moaning and muttering of how good he felt get louder.

"Kats ... gonna cum again. Pleasepleaseplease ... you gotta cum first! It w- oh god - it works better if you cum first ... I think! Hurry up!" You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into you. You could feel your walls tightening and pulsating around his cock and it was the most exquisite feeling.

"Bah, fuck, I'm close babe. Gonna fill you up so good. Fuck, gonna fill you up with my cum." He grabbed your legs and pushed them back so your knees were against your chest and your ankles were at his ears. He held onto the back of your legs and pounded into you with all the strength he had left in him.

"Yesyesyes! Katsuki! Cum in me!" You were on the edge of your orgasm and you couldn't hold it at bay any longer. You felt the hot wetness of his seed filling you up and you let yourself go, your pussy clenched around his cock.

He stayed inside you for a minute or two, panting and kissing your forehead. Droplets of sweat fell from his face to yours. It was disgustingly intimate. You had never felt closer to him. Physically or emotionally.

"I love you." He whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

"I love you." You whispered back.

And with that, he rolled off of you and snuggled up against your back, his hand resting on your stomach. The two of you fell asleep a short time later. Still happily tangled up in one another.

The next morning you awoke to Katsuki gently rolling his cock against your ass. You turned your head as best you could to see him, but when you managed to, you saw that he was still fast asleep. It didn't diminish the arousal that began to creep its way through your body, though.

You rolled over and kissed his face, whispering sweet nothings to him as you tried to wake him. "Kaaats, you wanna go again?" Running your hand down his chest and stomach, stopping about halfway down his happy trail, he opened his eyes slowly and gave you a half smile that looked so sexy on him.

"Mornin' babe. Wha' was I doin'?" He asked, looking down at his erection. "Ah. Was havin' a really ... really good dream 'bout you. Wan' me to show ya what we were doin'?" He flopped onto his back and pulled you on top of him so you were straddling his waist. "Y'so fuckin' wet already. Damn woman. You could put out a fire with that pussy. Hm-hm. Let's start one first though, yeah?" His hands dug into the plush of your hips and pushed/pulled you over him.

Your cunt wrapped so perfectly around him made him let out the most guttural of moans that caused you to clench around nothing. But he felt it and moaned again. It was becoming a vicious little cycle: He'd moan, your body would react, so on and so forth.

He pulled you up, grabbing underneath your ass and lifted you so you were hovering just over his cock. You rolled your head forward to look at him as you slid down, putting just the head inside of you.

"Don't be a fuckin' tease." He growled at you and tried to pull you down, his cock twitching at the denial of the possibility of complete envelopment. "Fucking hell, you're so bratty. Gonna make you pay for this," he laughed.

"Sorry, can't hear you over how good just the head of your cock feels while I'm bouncin' on it." You smirked at him as you wiggled your hips side to side.

He reached up and grabbed your neck, pulling you down to him as he thrust up into you. "I said, don't be a fucking tease," he hissed out through a clenched jaw.

You felt your eyes roll back and your body tense up as he filled you completely. It was almost too much to handle. "Katsu ... ki ... ah, fu-ughh, fuck! Don't stop!" You couldn't hold on anymore. You ground your hips against him as you came, your pussy fluttering and gripping his cock so tightly he couldn't help but follow you over the edge.

All of a sudden, you stopped riding out the last waves of your orgasm. Sitting on top of him still, you put your hand over your forehead and you looked down at him with a vacant look in your eyes. "Umm ..." you shook your head when he asked if you were ok. "Hm-mm." He helped you off of him and all but dragged your post-o, jellied, naked body to the bathroom and sat you on the edge of the bathtub.

"Y'fuckin' sick'er somethin', babe? Got the flu? What the hell's goin' on?" His brows furrowed and he scowled at you. You knew it was out of concern, not frustration.

You shook your head, trying to compose yourself after something so poorly timed. Hating yourself for doing this right now. Right after such an intimate moment. While he was standing there, staring at you, riding out your dizziness. Naked. "Don't know … fuck, So dizzy though.” 

He squatted down next to you and held your hair up off the back of your neck with his right hand and fanned your back with his left. "'M not fuckin' leavin' you. Not for fuckin' nothin'. Y'fuckin' hear me? Better or worse. Sickness and health and all that other shit. Just shut up and feel better. 'L be right here for ya."

The amount of tears and snot that left your face was disgusting. You'd never had such floodgates open like this before. Crying like that and the snot running from your nose. You were an actual mess. But he stood by you through all of it.

"Hey, babe ... d'ya ... ah shit. D'ya think yer pregnant?" Katsuki asked as you stood from the floor, moving slowly toward the sink to wash your face off. The sparkle in his eyes was undeniable. And it killed you that you had to tell him you weren't.

You leaned over the sink, your face in your hands, and started crying. "I ... oh, Kats. I'm ... I'm not. I took a test a couple of days ago. I didn't w-", his hands on your back silenced you. They were, to date, the most important hands in the world to you. They were strong. They were soft and warm and they are all encompassing. If there were any kind of god, you would live out the rest of your days under his hands.

"Why didn't you tell me? I don't want you carryin’ this all by yourself, y/n. What we don't succeed in doing together, we share the hardships and overcome that ... together. I'm so sorry, babe. I'm sorry I was gone for so long. I shouldn'ta left ya for so long." He spoke to you so quietly. Like his words would be the thing that finally throws you over the edge. The thing that finally breaks you.

"Maybe I ate something." You ran your forearm across your dry lips and hobbled back to the bed to bury yourself in the blankets. "I'm sorry, Kats. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I won't do that again, promise." He walked over to you and sat down on the edge and brushed the hair from your face.

"G'na get you some 7-up 'n a cold washcloth. Be right back, babe." You watched him walk out of the bedroom and turn down the hallway. His butt jiggling ever so slightly. It made you smile. And it made you feel something else.

"The hell ...?" You sat up in bed and realized that you were horny. Again. Katsuki came back a minute later with what he promised you. Something to drink and a cold, wet cloth for you to put on your face. Smiling as he handed you this stuff, you pulled him in close to you and kissed him on the cheek all the way down to his neck.

"Oh, babe. Yer jus' so ... hah. No matter what. Even with your hair matted to your face and your eyes puffy and red. I love you." He leaned over and kissed your forehead.

"Don't say it." You smiled at him. It was almost like you knew what he was going to say. And you couldn't bear to hear it. Not right now. You had no idea where you two stood in that department. You weren't ready to admit that to each other. Not yet. Not right now.

He smiled back and laid down next to you, spooning you from behind. He ran his hand along your waist and stomach, over and over. It was relaxing. And it was a little bit arousing, but you managed to keep yourself at bay. You had just been seriously dizzy, after all.

"I'm sorry, Kats. I'm sorry I can't give us the baby we want. I'm sorry I'm so fucking broken." You choked on your words as tears started to well in your eyes. "I'm so sorry."

He shifted behind you and held you tighter. "Babe, you're not broken. 'Sides, who says it ain't me? Maybe we should make a doctors appointment, yeah? Get my count tested and all that shit. Whatcha say?"

You sniffed and wiped your face with the washcloth. It felt good against your hot face. "You - Kats, you'd do that? You'd have your sperm count checked?" Rolling over to face him, you took his face in your hands and held it there while the two of you just stared at each other.

"Fuckin' never said I wouldn't! Course I will. 'F we ever wanna get to the bottom of this, we hafta explore every possibility, right?" He ran a rough finger along your cheek to collect the freshly fallen tears and wipe them on the sheets. You made an ick face at him and he told you to pipe down, they need to be changed anyway after the night you two just had on them.

A couple of weeks past and he had his appointment with the fertility specialist where they ran a count on Kats. They called and said his sperm was 'abnormally high and active'. Their exact words were, "We have never seen anything like it in our careers." He didn't shut up about it for 3 days.

This left you in a fog. Surely, you were the reason you two couldn't conceive. It made you feel like absolute shit. No matter what he said to you, it didn't lift the guilt you were trying to carry all on your own. You thought he shouldn't have to hurt when he wasn't the problem. This complex was exhausting you and you could feel yourself slipping deeper into sadness.

You went to the clinic at the end of the day that Friday, the last appointment they had for the week. They drew your blood and told you they would be in touch on Monday or Tuesday about the next step after they had a chance to evaluate the sample for any obvious discrepancies.

It was Saturday morning and you were both sitting on the back porch eating breakfast when your phone rang. "It's the clinic, Kats. You answer. I don't want to talk to them. They probably found a plastic bag where my uterus is supposed to be." You pushed your phone across the little glass tabletop and got up, carrying the dishes into the kitchen to wash them off.

"Yeah babe, on it. Hello? N-no. You're trying to reach Bakugou? Well, shit. Yeah. That's me, I mean ... I'm her husband, Katsuki. Yes! The man with incredible sperm!" He laughed, you cringed. "Wait, what? No, that's not ... I mean ...," his voice got quiet and he got up, walking across the yard to mess with a fence piece.

You watched him out there fiddle with the broken wooden slat and felt your heart breaking into even smaller pieces. "Fuck." You whispered, looking down at the tiny bubbles popping on the soaking dishes. A tear dripped from your chin and landed on your chest, darkening a spot on your gray Dynamight shirt.

Katsuki came walking into the kitchen and came over to you, putting his hands on your shoulders, he turned you to face him. "Hey, ma?" Getting down on his knees, he put his hands on your waist and smooshed his face into your tummy. "Ma?"

"Are you having a fucking stroke or something? What are you doing, dumbass?" You wiped your chin and huffed out a short, insincere laugh. "Kats, what did - what'd they say. Is it me? Am I ..."

"Yes, babe. It's you. It's you … and the little grenade you're carrying. You're ... we're ... having a baby, y/n. You're fuckin' pregnant." He beamed up at you, tears in his wide eyes. 

"It's you, babe. You and me. And … and … and a little us in you. We did it, y/n. We're gonna have a family!"

You covered your mouth with your hands and cried. Not just a few tears, but a full-on ugly cry. You were going to be a mom. Katsuki was going to be a dad. And this was just the beginning of your lives as a family.

"I'm sorry I didn't believe in us. I'm sorry I let myself think for a second that it wouldn't be us. Us. Just us. I'm so happy it's us." You bent over and kissed his forehead. He stood and wrapped you in his arms and you both just stood there letting this new beautiful reality sink in.

The future was yours and yours alone … well, and Kats’ and the babies, of course.

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A Review of a Regional Library’s Young Adult Collection.

Muswellbrook Library being one of the larger libraries in a regional community I believed it was important to take a closer look at what content is available for the Young Adult community, in terms of its diverse range, and how the library is keeping up to date in a world that is fast paced forever changing. To undertake this task I looked at how items are tagged in our online catalogue and how in depth their descriptions are and how we display these items in our branch.

What did you learn? 

When analysing this collection online, I discovered the range of items that cover multiple themes relevant to Young Adult readers, but these items were difficult to find as the subject tags are inconsistent or the descriptions of items were not there. When looking at the collection in person it was easier to find items as visual clues on their covers and book blurbs were easily seen.

How was the activity relevant to your professional practice working with young adults? 

This activity is crucial to my working with young people as being able to provide not just a variety of items but a deeper knowledge of the collection, outside of cult classics such as Harry Potter and the latest on BookTok, allows me to create talking points between myself and library patrons and showing them that I am interested in the collection.

By being able to engage with the Young Adult community about not only the collection, I would also be able to advocate for their needs within the library and create spaces that appeal to them.

What gaps in your knowledge were revealed and how might you fill those gaps?

I discovered that I don’t know the collection as well as I thought I did, as I didn’t look too long at items that didn’t interest me personally. This review of the collection has shown that there are a lot of books that on closer inspection are similar to other items I have read and enjoyed. Creating reading lists that can be used to assist staff in readers advisory will help familiarise myself with the collection as I will be essentially looking at it under a microscope to ensure that our patrons get full use from the collection.

Diversity in Libraries

Creating diversity within a collection is important when engaging a new and/or existing audience of young people, as they can see themselves reflected in the contents of the collection, allowing them to be seen and be comfortable within library spaces (Booth & Bhuva, 2018; Jiménez, 2018). This collection holds a great variety of content for the Young Adult patrons that use it, and a lot of the items are able to be grouped together for extensive readers advisory lists (Muswellbrook Shire Libraries, 2023).

The young adult community is notoriously difficult to engage with in our community and by creating a collection that is diverse in content but also easily accessible will engage those that do not regularly use the library in person (Hedemark, 2021).

References

Booth, E., & Bhuva, N. (2018). 'Don't talk about the gay character' : Barriers to queer young adult fiction and authors in schools and libraries. English in Australia, 53(2), 40-48.

Hedemark, Å. (2020). Authenticity matters: The reading practices of swedish young adults and their views of public libraries. New Review of Children’s Literature and Librarianship, 26(1-2), 76–90.

Jiménez, L. M. (2018). PoC, LGBTQ, and gender: The intersectionality of America Chavez. Journal of Lesbian Studies, 22(4), 435–445.

Muswellbrook Shire Libraries. (2023). Young Adult Fiction Books. Retrieved from Muswellbrook Shire Libraries: https://hunterlibrarygroup.auroracloud.com.au/Montage/Books.aspx?refinements=XFYAF,XLloc2

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Meet and Greet with the Authors and creators of Magical Minutes For Piano returns this month!

The usual Hotels and meeting rooms. [Piano teachers - DM to schedule these business meetings - orders - conversation & picture memorabilia - 6am till Noon daily] orders can be purchased in the link below this post.

March & April:

NEW YORK, USA

Marriott Marquis

1535 Broadway, New York, NY 10036

LONDON, UK

County Hall, Westminster Bridge Rd, London SE1 7PB, UK

PARIS, FRANCE

Paris Marriott Opera Ambassador

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SANTORINI, GREECE

Mystique Collection Marriott

Oia, Santorini Island

Santorini, Greece

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LOCHNESS, SCOTLAND

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ABERDEEN, SCOTLAND

Aberdeen Marriott

Argyll Way

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(Very Limited spots available)

LONDON, UK

London Heathrow Marriott

Bath Road, Heathrow Airport, Hayes, United Kingdom UB3 5AN

Presentations by Mike Urquhart

Former Principal of Music & Drama at the American International School, UK | Music Education Speaker / Presenter at ECIS (European Council of International Schools) Amsterdam | Conductor of Aberdeen Schools Percussion Ensemble at BBC’s Proms Royal Albert Hall London | Author and Creator of Magical Minutes For Piano, Los Angeles | Co-Headliner of the Las Vegas show, Together We’ll Be Okay The Musical | Executive Managing Director of Julia Jane Productions. YOU DON’T WANT TO MISS THESE MEET AND GREET SESSIONS |

Kids ‘n music curriculum presentations by Julia Urquhart who studied vocal at the prestigious Musicians Institute, Los Angeles | Co-Headliner in the Las Vegas show - Together We’ll be okay the musical | solo artist and original music in her own right under the JULIA JANE platform. HER CURRENT ORIGINAL MUSIC is currently on ALL STREAMING PLATFORMS! (spotify- Apple Music - Tidal - Amazon music - YouTube (her music videos)- Pandora - iTunes and ALL the rest!) Julia also has roughly 28 covers on all SP’s accompanied by the same amount of cover music videos on YouTube under the Vegas show banner. YOU DON’T WANT TO MISS THESE MEET AND GREET SESSIONS |

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It will be great to see all of you in person once again!

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a//n: i will eventually edit this in the future.

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How it all came to be

. the fellowship (which consists on the original group + Teloiv) works in a natural park. Gandalf decided a vast area needed to be protected and taken care of (specially with the numbers of orcs rising) and once he brought it up to Lord Elrond, Lady Galadriel, and Saruman, the two elves financed Gandalf's idea of a natural park.

. Aragorn and Teloiv were the first people to join Gandalf. They had spent most part of their lives in Nature, be it camping or just living in the countryside.

In the beginning, their job consisted mostly on studying the fauna and flora of the park, when it was still a relatively small area. For a long time it was only the three of them doing research of the area, and even if they had Arwen and other elves from Rivendell, it still felt very much like they were on their own, which helped them bond together.

. The more they studied and explored, the more interesting their research became and prooved to be a very diversed, and in need of actual protection. So, upon their results, they expanded the park area, and recruited more people (three people and an ocasional help from the elves wasn't enough anymore).

Legolas and Gimli were the first new addition to the team. they all would explore and take care of the park area, but as other ideas sarted to develop (tours, camping, horse rides, workshops maybe?), more and more people joined the team.

Boromir joined soon after, not only because of his value as a staff member but also to gather some help from the city of Minas Tirith, (like a sponsor).

and so did Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin. No one knew how Gandalf found them, or how he managed to get them to work along so quickly but they all accepted it.

How it all works

. Aragorn, Teloiv Legolas, Gimli and Boromir are the usual camp guides/counselors.

most of their work consists on guided tours, and horse rides, although there's always more dynamic groups which have their own program and they're there to help them in whatever they need (teenagers on summer vacations, adults "taking stupid walks for their stupid mental health" as they like to say, or families camping for the weekend)

for the horse rides, they count on Rohan to provide them horses. Éomer and Eowyn visit them daily to help take care of them and check if they are ok. they're considered part of the team by now.

. the hobbits are in charge of the communal greenhouse and garden, (mostly visited by other hobbits), where they not only grow their own food, but most importantly «they have all sorts of activities and workshops related to gardening, sustainability and overall plant-related stuff.

. the fellowship continues to research on the flora and fauna of the area, regularly checking everything that could affect the diversity.

Gandalf is the head of research, and while the other member are now busy with visitors, they regularly help him here and there. Aragorn, and Legolas are in charge of forest area, alongside with Teloiv, also charged with the river that crosses it.

Gimli is resposible for the mountain area, the outside and inside, while Boromir is responsible of plain areas, closer to urban regions, and the hobbits with the flora and fauna that resembles the one of the Shire.

. each week a staff member is in charge of the park's social media accounts. This includes instagram, twitter and facebook.

they always get a bigger number of followers whenever it's Pippin's week, whatever social platform. His posts are always memes or with a very 'charismatic' tone to it.

the same goes for Merry, but somehow Pippin is always the most succesfful no matter what platform.

surprisingly enough, Boromir is also very successful. He is atually gets more engagement with his dadjokes than anyone would thought.

Legolas always gets misunderstood for an influencer much to his confusion and Gimli's amusement. Gimli loves to laugh his ass off about it but truth is it attracts more influencers who help advertise the park.

Frodo found a whole thread on tumblr about this occurences of "people thinking Legolas is an influencer but actually he's one of the park guides", and only showed it to Teloiv and Aragorn because they caught him wheezing at the tags. no one else knows about this thread - ok, maybe Arwen because Aragorn couldn't help.

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[ghost-bird]

before anyone thinks i busted this out in like a day i actually drew the bases ages ago and only recently added the clothes on top haha. i spent a while figuring out how i wanted the patterns to go. also i accidentally discovered some awful combination of layer styles and gradients to get that bright red floral pattern on the coat, and i ended up really liking it, but i Gotta find some easier way to do it bc otherwise ill never recreate it RIP

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[187days]

Day Twenty-Four

Was today’s World lesson challenging? Yes. Did some students experience the backfire effect while doing it? Uh huh. Do I have more work to do tomorrow to help them learn to identify and counteract stereotypes? You bet. But I’m still pretty pleased with how it went. 

My first class was, as I expected it to be, the more difficult of the two. They came in grumbling about the fact that they had a vocab quiz, but I let them take a long break (running around the fields, and we took the long way back into the building) afterwards to give any residual negativity time to fade before I started teaching. I definitely think it helped. Students were able to focus on “The Danger of a Single Story” and “The Backfire Effect,” and I could tell from discussing both videos with them that they understood what was being said. Still, many of them did struggle with “Home.” For some, it’s the content, and the fact that it does challenge their assumptions about migration; for others, it’s the language, it’s not written in a way that’s familiar. We’re going to discuss it in depth next class, though.

My second did “The Danger of a Single Story” yesterday, and they crushed the vocab quiz really quickly, so I gave them some time to read their books and take a break before we did the rest of the lesson. They really got into it, too. They’re not shy about offering their opinions, so even as they were reading “Home,” they had a lot to say. I do have one student in that class who’s falling into the “single story” and doesn’t quite realize it (he thinks of illegal immigration as something that only happens at the US-Mexico border), but, again, more next class...

During my lunch break, I went and observed Mr. N since I’m supposed to do this as his mentor. His students are just getting into The Crucible, and it was neat to see what he was having them do to find textual clues about the different characters. I left him a paper full of my notes (written in pink flair pen) and an offer to chat about it during prep time. We didn’t end up chatting, though, because Mrs. T asked me to take a trip to the book store with her (she buys me coffee, I help her carry the books she’s picking up for her department, it’s a fair trade). It’s no biggie, though, and we may chat tomorrow. I had very few critiques, a handful of questions, and a lot of positive comments.

So... less dramatic day than I thought it might’ve been, but no complaints about that. It was a good one.

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[blueberryrock]

Hi, ik I’m a new follower but your writing is so <3! Can I request “Will you stay with me? Tonight? I just— I’d feel better knowing you’re near.” with Pippin? With a She/Her hobbit reader please :) After the war I can’t imagine Pippin would bounce back so quickly

Stay with me?

A/N hehehe i wouldn't expect him to bounce back either! Ahhhh i'm glad you like my fics 💕💕 also welcome welcome!

Tagging: @starryeyedrogue cause you know 😏

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It was a quiet night for sure, not that the others celebrated the four hobbits' return, but even the birds nestled in the trees and bushes around the shire weren't singing in cheer as usual. Ominous it was, she thought but Y/N didn't pay too much attention to it, far too distracted by the chore she gave herself.

Humming to herself as she swept, Y/N sighs as she leans down to pick up a pair of pants that she thought she told Pippin to pick up. Gritting her teeth as she lays it on the back of a dining chair and continues to sweep. She had of course been overjoyed to see the hobbit. After more than a year of no word from him, she thought he had been picked up by one of those giant eagles, but it was a silly thought of course.

Y/N wept at the sight of him waiting at the front door dressed in odd robes of unfamiliar colors. He told her most of what he and the others did, some of which she didn't really understand, but Y/N was just thankful he was back in one piece.

It wasn't long until she noticed something.....off...about him, the way he would watch their lit fireplace for minutes on end without blinking, the way his hands would tremble when he helped Y/N with chopping vegetables, and his instance on accompanying her on errands. She knew not to pry only, to gently ask if he wanted anything, which usually was some water or crackers.

Sweeping the last of dirt on the stone floor, Y/N wipes her brow and moves to prop her broom against the wall. Taking a sip out of a nearby mug, Y/N nearly chokes hearing her name being cried out. Hastily slamming her cup down, Y/N sprints towards the crying voice, finding it coming from their bedroom dread fills her entire body.

Swinging the door open quickly, Y/N glances around the nearly bare room before her eyes land on the bed in front of her. Many of the wooly blankets were kicked away to the floor, but she doesn't worry about cleaning them, instead, she turns to why they're on the floor.

Rushing up to the bed, Y/N watches with concern as Pippin lets out another pitiful cry. Laying a cautious hand on the hobbit's shoulder, Y/N sucks in a breath as he awakes with a loud yelp, immediately drawing something out from under his pillow and scrambling to the edge of the bed.

"Y/N?" His voice horse from his cries, attempting to make out her face in the faint darkness.

"Pippin," Y/N starts, trying to remain calm as her eyes land on the small blade in his hands. "I, you...you were yelling in your sleep Pippin."

"Oh," Pippin lets go of the small blade in his hands as his eyes land on the discarded blankets around him. "Did I, did I wake you?"

Gently biting her lip, Y/N studies his wet face, her head trying to figure out what to do, how to help him. Slowly moving to sit on the bed, Y/N shakes her head. "No," she starts. "I was finishing cleaning the kitchen, then I heard you yelling."

"I-I'm sorry," he says, tears gradually sliding down his face. "I've been having dreams," Pippin whispers, avoiding Y/N's gaze.

Rubbing her hands together anxiously, Y/N watches Pippin carefully before making her move. Slowly crawling towards him, Y/N reaches a hesitant hand out to his which earns her Pippin's gaze.

His hand is freezing cold between hers, she moves to sit beside him, letting Pippin lean into her warmth. "Do you, umm," Y/N starts shakily. "Would you like to talk about it?"

"I don't..."

"It's okay to say no Pippin," she says gently, stroking his hand slowly between hers. "Shall I go fetch you some water? Maybe some bread?"

The mere thought of her leaving, even for a second to grab something, fills him with fear. Grabbing her arm with his other hand, Pippin clings to her quietly begging her not to leave. "No, please, please don't." He whines.

"O-okay," Y/N says hesitantly. "Well, I umm, is there anything I could do for you then?"

Tearful eyes meeting hers, Pippin nods slowly. "Will you stay with me?" He starts shakily. "Right now? I just.....I’d feel better knowing you’re near."

Y/N's heart nearly breaks in two after hearing his words. Taking a deep breath in, she nods her head and brings a soft hand to Pippin's cheek. "Of course, love," Y/N whispers, brushing the tears she can reach with her thumb. "Would you like to lay down then?"

With a meek nod as her conformation, Y/N gradually moves out of his grip, watching him to see if it's okay with him. But all she gets is a small afraid look as Y/N slides off the bed to grab their blankets. Trying to calm her frazzled mind, Y/N puts on a soft smile as she coaxes him into a laying position.

"Would you want the blankets," she asks, somewhat to herself, but with the shake of Pippin's head, Y/N leaves it at the foot of their bed before walking to the other side.

Eyes glancing down at her cleaning dress, Y/N hesitates to jump on the bed with her dirty clothes. An uneven release of breath from the hobbit before her draws Y/N's gaze, chewing on her lip, she crawls onto the bed heading straight for Pippin. She can feel him freeze under her fingertips from her warm touch as she slides an arm over his side.

The stuttering sigh that leaves the poor hobbit encourages Y/N to pull Pippin closer to her. Brushing his slightly damp curls away, Y/N burrows her head into his neck taking in his sweet scent as she holds him tightly.

"Thank you," Pippin says softly, his cold hand seeking her warm ones, squeezing it slightly, Y/N hums as she rubs her thumb against his. Placing a small kiss on his neck, Y/N shifts to get comfortable, listening to his calming breath as they both drift to sleep.

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[preciouswritingblog]

Hey there! I saw your fic requests are open (sorry if they’re actually closed, you can disregard this if they are 😅). could you please do a pippin x fem!hobbit! reader where he realizes he loves her (childhood friends type thing) and decides to try and ask her out? maybe a kiss at the end? tysm!

Author's note: Hello Anon! Yes, my requests are still open and this is actually the first one I finished! Sorry it took this long HH I had an exam week and I was writing this in the middle whenever I could and I honestly feel it might be a little rushed so I apologise!! I hope you still enjoy it and that it is to your liking<33

Charming

Pairing: Pippin Took x Fem! hobbit reader

Warnings: Nope!

Due to Pippin touching the Palantír and thus revealing his location to Sauron, Gandalf had to rush to Gondor with the hobbit tucked under his arm. Clearly the Dark Lord would assume that Pippin had the ring so it was almost the only option to take the hobbit somewhere else and this was the most obvious one since Gandalf was headed to Minas Tirith either way.

Gandalf’s displeasure with Pippin’s undying curiosity was very clear. The wizard was very vocal about it, you see. But still he was glad that Sauron wasn’t exposed to any sort of sensitive information that could be vital to the group and at this point to the whole Middle-Earth. Including the Shire and certain hobbits that lived there…

When they arrived, Pippin had noted how beautiful the city of Kings was. It was really something that Pippin couldn’t have imagined even in his wildest dreams. If only Merry was there to see it! Or perhaps even (Y/n). She would absolutely love the city and its unique architecture. Always so curious and eager she was.

Now Pippin sat on a wooden bench in one of the many marbled halls of the city. The hobbit was both mentally and vocally scolding himself for promising to grant his life to Denethor in a rush of the moment whilst meeting the steward.

“What service can a hobbit offer for such a great lot of men… “ the small hobbit wondered out loud, pursing his lips.

“It was well done,” someone said as they walked in through the decorated arch. Pippin turned to look at the man whose voice had interrupted his not so inner monologue.

The tiny hobbit jumped up from the wooden bench turning his whole body towards the auburn haired man who he recognized as Faramir.

“A generous deed should not be checked with cold counsel. You are to join the Tower Guard,” the man continued looking quite impressed with the small hobbit standing before him. Pippin had Tower Guard attire on him, given to him by Denethor’s orders. The outfit consisted of a chainmail shirt with a dark velvet tunic on top. It had silver linings and the White tree pictured in the middle. A belt rested around his waist, his sword attached to it. Some sort of boots were probably also part of the attire but obviously for a hobbit those would have been unlikely piece to wear, gifted or not.

“I didn’t think they would find any livery that would fit me. I do really like the way it looks though,” Pippin stated feeling a little bit shy. The Gondorian smiled at the hobbit.

“It once belonged to a young boy of the City. A very foolish one who wasted many hours slaying dragons instead of attending to his studies,” the man explained and a wide smile made its way across Pippin’s face.

“This was yours?” the hobbit asked and Faramir nodded.

“Yes, it was mine, my father had it made for me,” he said while fixing the sleeve of the velvety tunic.

“Well I’m taller than you were back then. Though I’m likely to not grow anymore, except sideways,” the hobbit joked successfully making the Gondorian laugh out loud.

Pippin then looked down on his outfit, taking in all the details and feeling the fabric of his hem between his fingers.

“I wonder if (Y/n) would find it charming…” Pippin didn’t mean to say it out loud really but he was never that good in keeping his thoughts to himself. Faramir raised his brow in curiosity, surprised by this sudden mention of a supposed maiden he had never heard of before.

“Who is this (Y/n) if I may ask? It is someone you hold very important to yourself I assume,” Faramir wondered and Pippin grinned widely, seeming very proud.

“(Y/n) has been a dear friend of mine since childhood! We always used to get in trouble with her and Merry when we were still wee hobbits heh. She doesn’t participate in our trick’s as much but we have still remained very close over the years. ”

The hobbit was suddenly hit with different sorts of emotions. It was overwhelming enough to almost make him cry. After talking about (Y/n) out loud for the first time in months he realised just how much he missed her. Of course he had thought about the hobbit maiden and wondered how she was doing but only now he realised how deep his longing went.

A picture of her popped into the hobbit’s head. It was her working outside in her mother’s garden, different sorts of wildflowers garnishing her beautiful (h/c) hair that was always put in some neat style. Wind would brush it and make it wave gorgeously, her pointed ears revealing underneath the (h/c) locks.

“(Y/n) is really great you know! She always offers to help with my laundry and gives me the first tastings of her baked goods. She smells like lavender and thyme. Very pleasing scents if you ask me! I really wonder how she is doing… Hope she hasn’t forgotten about me- erm, us,” Pippin rambled trying to distract himself from crying not even realising all the things he was saying and Faramir listened to every word. It almost seemed like the captain knew more about Pippin’s feelings than the hobbit even realised himself.

The hobbit maiden’s laugh was something Pippin had always adored. No matter if you were laughing at him or something else it always managed to put a smile on his own face. Your laugh was definitely different and unique, it kind of reminded Pippin of bells.

Faramir looked at Pippin with deep understanding. He had seen how the hobbit’s face dropped like a leaf in autumn after talking about the hobbit maiden. Putting his gloved hand on Pippin’s shoulder he gave it a firm squeeze.

“I doubt that she would have forgotten you.I think she would love this look on you. You must wear it once meeting her again,” the captain said and Pippin smiled, brushing the tears which were about to fall with the back of his hand.

The hobbit really hoped he survived this war so that he could get back to you.

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You were putting your hair (h/c) up in the style you knew Pippin liked the most. How did you know it was his favourite? Because whenever you wore it he would comment how nice it looked.

Placing some of the flowers that were from your mother’s garden on your head, you stared at yourself from the mirror. You did this every day.

You would always wear the cleanest clothes you had at the time, pinched your cheeks for a natural blush, make your hair and paint your luscious lips with some wildberries. Why?

Because deep in your heart you hoped for Pippin’s and other’s return. And you wanted to look your best once they did! They were all very close to you of course, but you had always harboured even deeper feelings for the youngest hobbit lad. It was a long time before the four even disappeared but you were too stubborn to confess. You kind of hoped Pippin would have done something to indicate he shared those feelings before you went and made a fool out of yourself. His sudden disappearance had broken your heart but still you kept your hopes up and walked to the borders of Shire, wishing to see him and others return back home.

Days of waiting turned into weeks and then weeks turned into months. But you were patient even when others gossiped and said how they were probably dead. You didn’t believe that so you still kept putting your hair up in the style you knew Pippin favoured.

You hopped up from your chair that stood in front of the wooden vanity and made your way towards the lounge room where your father was. His feet were resting on a velvety tuffet as he read some papers, a pipe hanging loosely from his lips. Noticing your presence he stared at you from under his silver-rimmed spectacles.

“My daughter always looking so put together. You do know that it catches a lot of attention especially from the lads?” he asked, chuckling which made you roll your eyes.

“I don’t care if it catches their attention, I am not doing it for them!” you exclaimed, crossing your arms. There was only one hobbit flying around your mind when you put your best effort into your outlook. Your father sighed and took his reading glasses off.

“I know sweet pie, your optimism truly mesmerizes me! I would have given up on all the four of them ages ago if you didn’t manage to convince every day that they will come back,” the old hobbit said, shaking his head. You walked up to your dad and gave a small kiss on his forehead.

“They will be back, just like Bilbo years ago. I just know it!”

As you and your old man chuckled together, your mother busted in wheezing like a whistle.

“They are back! Oh my dear lord they are back!” she yelled out her eyes wide like platters. Your father seemed flabbergasted. You on the other hand had your mouth hanging.

“Oh good gracious my dear, catch your breath! Who's back?” he asked while standing up and grasping your mother by her elbow and patting her back.

Before your mother could answer, you had rushed past them and out the door. Trying to run as fast but also as carefully as possible, you made your way towards the road you presumed they would have arrived on. There was no other possibility! It had to be Pippin and others.

Soon two figures caught your eye and you recognised the two hobbits immediately.

“FRODO! SAM!”

Your yelling easily caught their attention and a wide smile ascended on their faces. You ran straight to Frodo (which made him let out an ‘oof’ sound) giving him a huge bear hug which he returned to immediately.

“It’s so good to see you fellows!” you breathed out, quickly hugging Sam as well. The two let out a happy sigh, really glad to be home.

“Likewise (Y/n),” Sam said. Pulling back from the hug you tried to look behind Sam and goggle around the area, trying to find Pippin and Merry with your eyes. Frodo seemed to realise this as he started to talk.

“Merry already went home. Pippin on the other hand talked about going to see you so I would presume he is at your place now.”

You hit your face amused. You and Pippin had somehow managed to travel past each other! How silly that was? You quickly said thanks to Frodo before waving goodbye to the two.

You ran all the way to your house, making sure that not even one flower fell from your locks. As you closed the hill your cozy home was located in, you saw your parents at the door talking to… Pippin! It truly was him.

It felt like time slowed as Pippin turned around and your eyes met. He looked like he lacked air as he went completely stiff as he saw you. Your feet carried you towards him as fast as they could and when you finally reached him your arms almost automatically wrapped around his frame. With no second thoughts, his arms were around you immediately as well. He sighed happily, so glad to hold you again.

It was an amazing feeling as he breathed in your scent that felt so lovely. It almost felt like he had ascended back into a dream, the best dream he could ever have!

The two older hobbits decided to leave the two of you alone and went back inside, knowing smiles on their faces.

You let go of Pippin and stared at him tears of happiness about to fall from your eyes. The other hobbit seemed like his eyes were watery as well.

“I can’t believe you are here! I mean… I knew you four would be back, but I didn’t expect it today- Are you taller than before?” you rambled holding on to the other hobbits hands who chuckled.

“I was always tall! But yes I can’t believe we made it home either,” Pippin told, sighing deeply. The feeling of being here again felt amazing and he felt relieved that you hadn’t forgotten him. Pippin looked at you, admiring your appearance.

You looked so beautiful and radiant, your cheeks pink hued, hair decorated and reddish lips. You also had a beautiful blue skirted dress that matched his velvety outfit he had kept on as they left Gondor, Faramir’s words in his mind.

“Your hair looks nice,” he said and blushed almost immediately realising how weird that most likely sounded. You only giggled at him.

“Why thank you! I have to say I do like your outfit, it’s certainly different!” you said, looking him up and down. Pippin puffed his chest slightly, feeling very proud and confident by your praise, though the blush didn’t falter away from his cheeks.

“Do you? It is from a friend of mine! It is quite charming isn’t it?” Pippin asked and you nodded heartily examining all the beautiful detailing.

“Truly! Oh, Pippin it’s so good to have you all back! You do have to tell me everything that happened,” you pleaded with clear excitement beaming on your face which made Pippin’s heart melt. The hobbit stared at your hand that was still holding his and went shy again.

“Uhm- Yes! Of course I will! But I shall tell you something before that! It’s… something very important.”

You looked at Pippin with curiosity swirling in your eyes, some kind of hope flaming up in your chest. Could this be the thing you imagined it to be?

“Yes, what is it?” you asked almost on the tip of your toes. Pippin then took a hold of your other hand as well. Breathing in some confidence he looked straight into your (e/c) eyes.

“We have been friends since the beginning but during this journey I was in I… I realised that perhaps I do wish for something more and that is eh- that is… “ you stared at the hobbit feeling your own breath now cut short, excitement filling your whole body. Unable to wait for the obviously struggling Pippin to finish what he was about to say, you decided to do it for him.

“You wish to be my mate?”

A foolish looking grin appeared on Pippin’s face but it was soon replaced with confusion.

“Yes, yes that’s exactly what I wish for but how did you-” giving no chance for Pippin you pulled him into a tight hug laughing happily giving him a small peck on the apple of his cheeks, leaving him beet red.

“Oh Pippin! I have hoped for this for so long! You don’t even know how long I have had the same feelings for you!”

Pippin stared at you, his skin flaming red. He felt like he was on fire and you were the sun that was warming his whole body up with your smile and words. Without thinking he kissed you on the lips.

It was an impulsive thing to do but so was most of the things he did. The kiss was very short and sloppy but you two enjoyed every second of it. As he pulled away, he was almost as red as a tomato, making you giggle a lot. It was the sound that could always make him feel better, no matter if he was the reason you were laughing for. He started to smile his toothy grin feeling so lucky to be here alive and have your affection.

Your parent’s were spying from the window, sharing approving nods, they always hoped this would happen. They didn’t care too much if Pippin was a little rascal, as long as you were happy. Besides, he seemed a lot more mature anyway since he and others returned.

“So, when do you think we have to start working on the wedding?” your mother voiced out to your father who only shook his head as you and Pippin shared yet another kiss.

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