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Alright I'm jumping on the prompt idea!! Maybe a shapeshifter Bilba au?

Here you go! You didn’t specify what she shifted into and I’ve actually always wanted to do a Modern AU Werewolf Bilba so that’s where I went! I hope you like it! :D

(I even did a mood board cause I provide full service! Granted, it’s not a GREAT mood board cause I’m not very good at them, but still!). :D

Hobbit Modern AU / Werewolf Snippet

Bilba tried to make it to the end of class, she really did. It was her last class of the day. All she had to do was get through, meet everyone in the parking lot and go home.

She tried.

Even as the professor’s words lost their meaning and faded to a dull drone, even as the nausea got so bad she was afraid to move lest she embarrass herself in front of the entire class.

Her seat was on the bottom row of the amphitheater, a fact that had never bothered her before today. Now, suddenly, she was painfully aware of an entire classroom full of people behind her, surrounding her on all sides, able to see her when she couldn’t see them in return.

Her breathing was rapid, and shallow, and her heart was racing in her chest. Black spots danced in her vision and her fingers beat a rapid, staccato beat on the desktop.

It’s okay, she told herself firmly. You’re okay. Just relax. Just relax, it’s fine.

Her vision blurred and she resisted the urge to pull at the collar of her shirt as sudden heat washed over her.

Bilba? The voice in her head caused her to jump in her desk, gaining her a look of disapproval from the professor. Are you all right?

Kili. He was all the way in the back of the class, on the top tier. For him to have noticed something wrong...

I need to leave, she said tightly. I need to go.

All right, he sent back. Give me a second and --

Bilba shook her head and, suddenly, just like that, she needed to go.

She was out of her seat before she’d even registered it, standing up so fast she sent her chair clattering to the floor behind her.

Dimly, she was aware of the professor speaking to her, of Kili in her head, but it was all just nonsense, barely audible through the screaming in her mind.

RUN.

She ran.

Her hands hit the bar of the door and she shoved it open hard enough to send it crashing against the opposite wall.

Then she was outside where the sky was just beginning to dim and a light fog had moved in over the grounds. There was a noticeable chill to the air that brought with it the scent of the trees and earth and outside.

The barest, barest hint of rationality tried to thread its way in, but Bilba was too far gone for it to reach. She lengthened her stride from fast to nearly unnatural. It would draw attention, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.

Just past the library, she could see the line of trees that marked the beginning of the forest the university had been built next to. It was why they’d chosen this place to begin with, the ability to have the woods right there, practically at their beck and call.

As much as the wild could be at anyone’s beck and call.

She passed the first row of trees and the change came on almost without her noticing. One minute she was running, mentally chafing as her spirit literally tried to outrun her body, and the next she was changing. Fur, the same dark auburn as her hair sprang out along her arms and legs. Her limbs lengthened, and the gloom of the forest vanished as her human vision gave way to eyes that could see in the dark.

A nearly hysterical laugh turned into a howl as four legs took the place of two, the cold vanished under thick fur, and then she was running.

She gave no thought to where she was going, only to how fast she could get there. The landscape rushed past her in a blur as she darted between trees and boulders and leapt over streams.

It felt like ages before her energy began to wind down, and her senses started to return. She didn’t slow, however, because it was only then that she realized she had a shadow.

She could see him, flickering in and out among the trees, duplicating her movements.

Go away, she ordered. Her nerves were still on edge. She could still feel panic bubbling just under the surface of her skin. She wanted to be left alone.

Better idea, he returned. How about you stop running?

Bilba’s only response was to run faster.

She hit the base of a rocky slope and scrambled up it. At the top she finally paused at the sight of a large, open clearing, filled with thick grass and dotted with flowers. Insects buzzed merrily about and birdsong rang from where the treeline started up again on the far side.

For the first time since all of this had started a feeling of peace swept over her. Her muscles began to relax and Bilba sagged in relief as her heart began to slow. Her legs were trembling from exertion and her sides heaved as she panted for air. It took a lot to tire out a werewolf, just how far had she run?

She spotted an outcropping of rock forming a natural, shallow cave, and headed toward it. She could curl up in a ball there and no one and nothing could touch her. She could rest.

The fur on her neck rose and she tensed at the feeling of a presence behind her. She spun, growl at the ready, and paused at the sight of a massive, coal black wolf cresting the slope behind her.

Go away, she ordered. She spun back around, but had barely taken two steps when she found her way blocked by the black wolf towering over her.

Get out of my way, she demanded, baring her teeth.

Enough, he retorted. You’ve been running all night.

She had not. It -- she looked around and, for the first time noticed it was getting lighter rather than darker as it had been the last time she’d been aware.

Had she really run all night?

She shook her head and tried to move past him again, only to jump back in surprise as he jumped forward and snapped his teeth at her. Damn it, Bilba. I said stop.

He must have somehow read the hurt on her face because she heard him sigh in her mind. He stepped away and then his body was shifting, and elongating. Fur vanished, four feet became two arms and two legs and then the wolf was gone and it was Fili standing in front of her, looking down.

The wolf in her reacted and Bilba lunged at him. He hit the ground on his back and she straddled him, baring her teeth near the hollow of his throat. He tilted his chin back, exposing his neck, and reached up a hand to lightly stroke along the side of her head and ear. “Hey, it’s all right.”

Bilba flinched and pulled back.

What was she doing?

She shifted, forcibly pushing the wolf away, and then she was straddling her husband in the middle of the forest wearing nothing but her bra and underwear.

Bilba gaped down at her body.

They were taught as children, children, how to retain their clothing during shifts. She hadn’t lost so much as a shoe in years and now she’d lost almost her entire outfit?

Damn it, that had been her favorite shirt.

“Come on.” Fili moved, and she didn’t resist as he nudged her back and repositioned them so he was sitting up and she was straddling his legs. “Hey, are you all right?”

When she didn’t answer, he shrugged out of the button down plaid he was wearing and draped it across her shoulders. The second he did Bilba grabbed it, threaded her arms through the sleeves and started buttoning it up. The entire time she kept her head down and her gaze focused somewhere around her husband’s waistline.

Once she had the shirt done up, she grabbed his hand and pressed it to the slight bulge in her stomach, feeling her body relax as she did. “You remember how your mother said it was tradition for female wolves to carry out confine themselves to the den for the duration of their pregnancies?”

“Hmmm,” he said. He leaned back one one hand, keeping his other in place on her stomach. “And you said something about it being an archaic, sexist tradition?”

Bilba flinched and her shoulders sagged. She had been that harsh, hadn’t she? She reached up to wipe at an errant tear, only for him to catch her hand and press his lips to her knuckles. The contact brought an even greater sense of peace and she sighed. “Maybe it wasn’t so archaic after all.”

He chuckled. “Panicked did you?” When she didn’t respond he sat up and wrapped both arms around her, pulling her close. “Bilba, listen to me. You’re a predator who also happens to be pregnant. That makes you vulnerable, and it makes perfect sense that the wolf inside you would want to be as safe as possible.”

“Which means staying near my pack,” Bilba mumbled, “and my mate.”

Fili bounced his legs, and she lifted her head to glare at him only to have him lean forward and kiss her. She dug her hands into her forearms and leaned.

“I’m sorry,” he said a few moments later, pulling away and resting his forehead against her. “I shouldn’t have gone to that study group.”

“Yes, you should have,” Bilba said. It wasn’t like he’d abandoned her. Kili had been there after all. “I shouldn’t have been so stubborn.” She scowled. “Your mother is never going to let me live it down.”

Fili laughed. “My Mom loves you, she’ll only hold it over your head at holidays and birthdays.”

Bilba gave a weak smile and settled more onto his lap. “What am I going to do? I can’t even go to class without panicking.”

She didn’t even want to think how to try and explain how she’d acted in class and outside. They’d probably label her a freak.

“We’ll make sure more pack members are around you,” Fili said, moving his hands to rest on her hips. “They can audit your classes. I’ll be there as much as I can too.

“This seems to help too,” Bilba said absently, tugging at his flannel. “I may just have to start wearing your clothes.”

Fili grinned brilliantly. “You cannot begin to imagine how little problem I have with that.”

“We should get back.” Her last words were cut off with a yawn and Bilba shook her head in a futile attempt to wake herself up. Running all night was really catching up with her. “Everyone will be worried.”

“We aren’t getting back anytime soon.” Fili gently slid her off his legs and onto the ground before laying down next to her on his side. Bilba immediately scooted up as close to him as she could and looped an arm around his waist. “We might as well take a nap first.”

BIlba nodded, already half asleep. She felt him slide his arm under his head and took the opportunity to snuggle in even closer.

Her last thought was that, as soon as winter break arrived, she was dragging her husband’s clothes, and her husband, to bed and keeping them there until the next term started.

It’d allow her to rest, and avoid having to hear Dis say, “I told you so” at the same time.

Perfect.

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