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marie-swriting · 6 months

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Confession Of Love | Real And True -Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw [2/2]

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Summary : After your relationship with Jake, you think you've finally found someone who can treat you right.

Warnings : Jake is still an asshole, mention of past relationships that suck, a bit of angst, happy ending, fear of being cheated on, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 4k

Song inspiration : Daylight by Taylor Swift

The sun is slowly going down in the sky whilst your laugh and Bradley’s fill the cold air as you walk to your front door. Once you’re in front of it, you stay face to face, trying to calm down. A smile on his face, Bradley tenderly looks at you catching your breath.

Bradley and you have been friends since you first met two years ago. He helped you get over your break up with Jake and he was there when you got into new relationships, no matter if they were long or not. Quickly, he became your best friend, your confidant. Your feelings for him started to shift along the way, that’s why you asked him out on a date once you felt ready to take the plunge. For a second, you were scared your moment together would be awkward but it happened naturally. However, knowing your luck with love, you dread the other side of the coin. Howbeit if Bradley seems like a nice guy, you’re scared it’ll end up in the tears. No matter how much you mentally prepare yourself for the worst, you know you’d suffer if you were to lose him.

Once you finally stopped laughing, you set your eyes on Bradley and you do your best to hide your growing anxiety. Everything will be decided during the goodbyes and you hope you haven’t been reading between the lines too much.

“I had a great time with you.” Bradley affirms, taking your left hand.

“Me too. I think I can even say,” you start, avoiding his gaze, “and it’s gonna sound cheesy, but it was the best date I ever had.”

“I agree.”

“Above all, I’m glad you weren’t annoyed by me only talking about books.” you joke, trying to not show how awkward you’re feeling.

“You could never annoy me. I love when you’re talking about your passion. Besides, it’s thanks to you I’m back on my reading game. It’d be ungrateful of me to not listen to you.”

“When I’ll finish reading this,” you say, showing the book he gifted you, “maybe we could talk about it around a cup of coffee?”

“I’d love to.”

Thinking your date is now over, you give Bradley one last smile then take your keys to open your door. Before you can unlock your door, Bradley catches your attention, nervousness visible on his face.

“Y/N, would you… would you mind if I kiss you? I know it’s our first date, but I’m dying to do it.” he stutters and you nod.

“I’m dying to do it, too.”

Bradley’s right hand finds its way to your cheek while his other hand is on your waist, slowly bringing you closer to him. You close your eyes before Bradley’s lips are pressed against yours.

You were expecting a kiss full of passion, almost in a rush, yet it’s slow and full of tenderness, which is better. Bradley takes his time, delicately moving his lips while you respond. The kiss doesn’t last long but you need a few seconds to get a grip on yourself.

When you open your eyes, Bradley’s loving gaze is on you, his right hand stroking your cheek while a silly smile takes its place on your face. He bids you goodbye before pecking your lips. Still surprised by your first kiss, you can only stammer an answer before he leaves you on your doorstep. Once you see him in his car while the night is setting in the sky, you can finally snap out of your trance and get home.

Your silly smile gets bigger as you think back of your afternoon with Bradley. Everything was perfect. He was a real gentleman with you - you didn’t doubt it for a second. You weren’t lying when you said it was the best date you had. Never a former partner treated you this way. Being friends with Bradley for two years might be the reason why. Whether it’s the reason or not, you’re happy you jumped with both feet with Bradley. Nevertheless, you can’t help but wonder if your relationship with Bradley is meant to last.

You’ve officially been in a relationship with Bradley for four months and everything is perfect. Well, almost.

Your past love stories keep haunting what you have with Bradley. You know he really is someone good though there is always this small voice in the back of your mind telling you to be careful, that you’ve never been the exception before so it could be no different this time.

Bradley, knowing you like the back of his hand and having seen you in your last relationships, knows you tend to anticipate the worst. As soon as he notices the signs, he shows you you can trust him, that he’s different from your exes. He always manages to calm down your fears for a moment. It’s a daily combat and he makes sure to win every battle. Unfortunately, it only takes one thing, no matter how small, to make you overanalyze what you have with Bradley.

That night, at the Hard Deck with Bradley’s colleague, the trigger is Jake’s presence.

Since your break up, you’ve been avoiding him the best you can. Regrettably, like tonight, you have to be confronted by his presence. Technically, Jake wasn’t supposed to be there. When Bradley saw him coming, he instantly turned to you, wanting to know if you wanted to leave. You kissed him and told him it was okay. After all, you don’t have to talk to Jake.

For now, you’ve managed to not share a word with your ex, staying with Bradley, Phoenix and Bob. You’re playing pool and like every time, Bradley helps you. You’ve improved since the beginning of your friendship however sometimes, you still need your boyfriend’s advice - he also likes to be close to you when he shows you how to play. Overall, you’re having a good time until you use the restroom. Without any surprise, the girls bathroom is occupied so you have to wait fifteen minutes before going in. Once you’re out, you go wash your hands. While you’re rinsing them, the door opens on Jake. You glance at him before ignoring him.

“So you and Bradley. Is it new?” he asks whilst you’re wiping your hands.

“What makes you think you’re entitled to know this?”

“Put the claws away,” Jake says sarcastically, “I’m just curious. Was there something before or is it really new?”

At his question, you can’t help but have your eyes wide open, taken aback by his words.

“Are you really insinuating I might have cheated on you? Contrary to you, I know how to be faithful and luckily, I’ve finally found a guy who does as well.”

“Yeah, because he’s different from me and your other exes, right?” he retorts, looking you straight in the eyes.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I’m just saying every time you think you’ve found a dude different from the others, he ends up being like the others. I’m not saying this to be mean. I’m just stating a fact.” Jake says, trying to find a way to hurt you. “Has he ever said he loves you?”

You stay silent for a second, realising Jake might not be entirely wrong. Maybe Bradley does share more similarities with Jake than you’d like. After all, Bradley and Jake get along pretty well and he’s never told you he loves you. You want Bradley to tell you these three words just like you’ve been dreaming of telling them to him for a few weeks now though you want him to do it first.

“I don’t even know why I keep listening to you.” you reply, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“Y/N.” he tries to hold you back.

“No! I already told you to not talk to me. I meant it two years ago and I still mean it. Leave me alone, Seresin.”

You leave the bathroom before Jake can add something. Once the door is closed behind you, you take a deep breath then go back to your friends. Upon seeing you, Bradley kisses your cheek and hands you a pool cue. You shake your head, informing him you don’t want to play. Bradley’s brows furrowed, noticing a small difference in your voice. You reassure him by telling him you’re just a bit tired but he can still play. Bradley accepts your explanation though, he doesn’t buy it.

Jake’s words keep echoing in your mind. You don’t like how much power he still has over you yet he said the right thing to get into your head.

The rest of the evening, you watch Bradley and Jake interacting before comparing them. You find yourself pathetic by doing so but you can’t help it. They might be different in several aspects, your brain can find connections.

At the moment your worries finally leave your mind, a woman approaches Bradley while he’s ordering a drink at the bar. You watch the scene unfold, having a horrible sensation of déjà-vu, whilst Bradley gets his drink and answers her without paying much more attention to her. Contrary to two years ago, you stay silent. You don’t ask a question, apprehensive about a potential lie. Your brain adds this moment to the reasons why Bradley might not be so different. You sigh before shifting position on the stool. Seeing you moving uncomfortably, Bradley takes this as a sign you're really tired and your mutism is only reinforcing this idea. He informs your friends you're going home before you both get into Bradley's Bronco.

On the way home, you don’t say anything. Bradley was waiting for you to say something or at least turn the music on - he knows you hate a silent trip. Your head is resting on the car window while you’re watching the landscape. You can’t see a lot of things in the dark night though you’re too lost in your thoughts for it to bother you. At that instant, Bradley knows something is up and he’ll have to make you talk. You still struggle when it comes to communication so, even if he hates it, Bradley forces you to talk to him when something is wrong. He just wants to make sure you don’t get too lost in your fears to the point of distancing yourself, like you used to do in the past.

As soon as you’re at Bradley’s, you take your shoes off and you’re about to go to his room when he holds you back. You turn around and look at him, frowning.

“What’s on your mind?” Bradley questions.

“What do you mean?”

“Something’s wrong. You’ve been silent.”

“I’m just tired.” you lie, you’re about to walk away again when he stops you.

“Y/N, I know you.”

“Can we do this tomorrow? I’d like to go to sleep.”

“No.” he says, firmly, “Something is bothering you and we can’t avoid this conversation. Did I do or say something ? Did something happen at the bar ?” Bradley asks but you stay silent. “Don’t shut me out. We have to talk.”

“Because communication is key, right?” you retort.

“Yes, it is.”

“Then why don’t you go talk to the other woman?” you bite back while he looks at you, confused.

“What are you talking about?”

“The woman who came to talk to you at the Hard Deck.”

Bradley has to think hard before understanding who you’re referring to.

“I don’t see what she has to do with this. She just asked me where the bathroom was. Nothing more. I don’t know her.”

‘I don’t know her’. The same explanation Jake gave you about the woman he was seeing behind your back. At that moment, you get defensive, wanting to protect your heart from a potential pain, knowing what’s going to happen next all too well.

“That’s what they all say.”

“Is this about Jake?” Bradley asks, starting to understand the situation.

“I don’t know, you tell me. He’s your friend. You know, before tonight, I hadn’t realised how much you two had in common.” you remark, petty.

“I am not like him and you know it.”

“He’s your friend so there must be things you agree on.”

“Not in the way he treated you. He acted like an asshole to you and you can ask Phoenix, she’ll tell you I gave him a hard time when I learned what he’d done to you. Y/N, I have no intention of hurting you.” he promises, taking a step forward and you take a step back.

“How can I be sure I can trust you? You’re too good to be true, there must be a catch.”

“Not necessarily. Look, I know you’ve been hurt in the past and I get why you have doubts but I am not like Jake or any of your exes.” Bradley states with a soft but firm voice.

“Maybe, but you might get tired of me, like the others.”

“It will never happen. No matter how hard you try to push me away because you’re afraid to get your heart broken, I’ll keep proving to you you can trust me, that everything will be okay. You’re worth it. I love you and I’ll be ready to do anything for you.” he confesses, getting closer and this time you don’t move, taken aback by his words. “So you can keep blaming me, but I will stay here to prove to you what we have is real and true.”

“You love me?”

“Since the day I met.”

At his sentence, you’re filled with mixed emotion. You’re happy to know he shares your feelings and you’re also guilty to realise how much you’ve been blaming him. Bradley is sincere with what he said, you can feel it. The first time you finally find something good, you treat him as if he is going to stab you in the back at any moment.

“I’m sorry, Bradley. I shouldn’t have said all of this. I don’t know why I can’t tell the difference between the good people and the bad ones. You’re a good man, I shouldn’t treat you like you’re an asshole. I’m always ruining everything.” you mutter, tearing up.

“You’re not ruining anything.”

“I am.” you retort, “It was cruel from me to compare you to Jake when you do everything for me. It’s just that Jake got in my head and I let my fears talk. I should have trusted you more. I have to trust you more.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Bradley assures you, stroking your cheek. “At least, we’ve talked about it and everything is settled.”

“Because you forced me to and it shouldn’t have been the case. I’m sorry for this too. I swear I’m trying to make an effort, even if it doesn’t look like it. It’s just complicated.” you confess, a tear rolling down your cheek and Bradley wipes it, a compassionate smile on his face.

“I know and I’m not expecting it to become easy overnight. Besides, you’ve improved. Before, I needed two days to know what was going on in your head. Now, it’s only a few hours.”

“Having a good boyfriend helps to open up. Thanks for being so patient with me.” you say, hugging him. “I love you, too, Brad’.”

“You don’t have to say it back just because I said it first.”

“I want to say it. I’ve wanted to tell you for weeks but… I was afraid to jinx it by saying it first. I love you so much, Bradley.” you repeat, looking at him in his eyes.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

At his sentence, a big smile takes place on your lips then you press them against Bradley’s. Your kiss is full of passion and love. Your hands get lost in Bradley’s hair whilst his right hand is on your neck and his other hand on your hips. You kiss until you’re out of air. Once you break the kiss, you put your head on Bradley’s torso while he’s holding you closer to him. You listen to his heartbeat, a peaceful expression on your face. Your fears have only left your mind temporarily however it’s the least of your worries. You found someone who will fight for you to keep you close to him, the one who will say the right words to reassure you or just to confess his feelings. You can finally see the light. This relationship could be the one.

Message from Bradley, 10:40 A.M.:

Hey, I’m sorry, I’m not gonna make it for lunch. I have my break later. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. I love you ❤️

Upon reading Bradley’s text, you sigh. You quickly reply it’s okay and you love him before putting your phone back in your pocket. Feeling the tears, you focus back on the books you have to take off the shelves. You’re not going to cry just because he cancelled a date! It doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you. He is not Jake. Bradley didn’t cancel so he could break your heart.

You keep working while a part of your brain is imagining every worst case scenario when your colleague, Cora, calls you. She has to repeat your name four times for you to turn your head towards her.

“Everything okay?” she asks, worried.

“Yeah.”

“Trouble in paradise?”

“Not really.” you answer before sighing, “I was supposed to meet up with Bradley for lunch at a diner mid-way between the bookshop and TopGun but he cancelled last minute ‘cause of work. It’s nothing.”

“He’s not Jake.” Cora affirms, guessing your anxiety.

“I know.”

“You don’t seem convinced. Y/N, Bradley really is different and he loves you. He's a good guy. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here defending him.”

“I know.”

“Is it the first time he cancels?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Well, in almost six months of relationship, it seems like a pretty good statistic.” she remarks with a positive tone. “You don’t have to worry. Bradley is completely smitten by you. Don’t forget all the times he came here to order a book and came back the next day or the day after to see if it’d arrived.” Cora reminds you, making you laugh. “Did he even read all these books?”

“If he's a real reader, probably not.”

“True. The fact is he did everything to see you whilst respecting your boundaries.” she resumes with a serious face. “He’d do everything for you. You found someone great. You can trust him.”

“I trust him. Sometimes, I just imagine the worst but I trust him.”

“Good. But if I were to be wrong, which I won’t, I was with you from 11 P.M. ‘til 1 A.M.”

“Okay.” you laugh before taking her in your arms to thank her.

Once Cora is sure you’re okay, she lets you get to your work while she goes to help a client. You keep emptying the shelves, making several round trips between the shelves, the computer and the boxes next to it until your lunch break.

As soon as you get back to work, you put the boxes full of books in the backshop one by one, ruining your back in the process. You’re about to take the third box when you hear the bookshop door opening. You turn around to greet the client only to discover Bradley with a smile on his face and his right hand behind his back.

“What are you doing here? I thought we weren’t seeing each other today.” you question, confused.

“My lunch break might only be now but it doesn’t mean we can’t see each other.” Bradley explains, pecking your lips.

“But you only have one hour, you shouldn’t have come all the way here.”

“I wanted to see you, even if it’s just for five minutes and I also wanted to offer you this as an apology. I thought it’d change from the books.” he smiles, handing you the bunch of pink tulips he was holding behind his back.

“They’re my favourites! How did you know?”

“You told me.”

“No, I didn’t.” you contradict, frowning.

“Yes, you did. It was when we met for the third book on your recommendation list, it was a Stephen King, if I’m not wrong.” Bradley informs, surprising you.

“But it was a long time ago! And I don’t even recall talking about my favourite flowers.”

“I don’t remember what we were talking about, though you quickly mentioned tulips, especially the pink ones, were your favourites.”

“And you remembered?” you ask, shocked and touched at the same time.

“Of course. I remember every detail about you.”

Overwhelmed with the love Bradley gives you, you don’t know how to answer so you throw yourself at him to kiss him. Once you break the kiss, you look at Bradley, eyes full of love, admiring his face lightened up by the daylight.

For Bradley, tulips are only a detail about you but for you, it’s more than that. Never one of your exes paid that much attention to you. Bradley knows you better than everyone else and he’s honest with you. He even took time off his break to see you. Before, you were always the one making up time to see your exes, not anymore. No matter if it’s ten minutes or one hour, Bradley makes sure to always make up time for you.

This moment shows to you that Bradley is perfect for you. He might reassure you when you talk about your worries, however it’s innocent moments like this one that proves you you can trust him, that he means it when he says he’ll always be there for you and he loves you. With Bradley, you’re more than the exception, he makes you feel unique and in his eyes, you are. He only sees you and you only see him. Your fears can officially leave your mind, your romance is meant to last. Bradley is the one. And for the first time in your life, you can’t wait to see how your relationship is going to evolve.

You turn in Bradley’s bed and with your hand, you search for your boyfriend’s body. Feeling an empty space, you open your eyes and discover he’s not beside you anymore. You stretch and rub your eyes before leaving the warmth of the sheets.

As soon as you leave the bedroom, you hear noise coming from the kitchen. You go to the room while slowly waking yourself up. Once you’re in the kitchen, you find Bradley shirtless, his back to you, making pancakes. The morning light makes him even more beautiful, illuminating every inch of his tanned skin. It’s a sight you could admire your whole life. You walk closer to Bradley and hug him from behind, pressing your head against his back whilst your hands touch his torso. Bradley jumps at your touch then he greets you while turning off the stove.

“Sorry, did I make too much noise?” he asks, putting pancakes on two plates.

“No. You weren’t in bed anymore, I was looking for you.”

“I wanted to make you breakfast in bed.” Bradley explains, turning around to you, pecking your lips. “What do you say about it?”

“What do I say?” you repeat, smiling. “Rooster, take me to bed or lose me forever.”

“Show me the way home, honey.”

Without saying another word, you move backwards, pulling Bradley towards you. Impatient, he puts his hands on your hips and raises you from the ground. You let go of a small scream before wrapping your legs around his waist. Pancakes abandoned, Bradley brings you back to the bed while you’re kissing and laughing.

You’re serene in his arms. For once, it doesn’t end up in tears but in laughs and love in its purest form. You’ve managed to find the love you were only reading about. You’ve finally found the man you deserve. Being in love with Bradley is easy and peaceful. Bradley brings you way more than confessions of love you dreamed of hearing.

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gwynrielsupremacy · 3 years

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Time to rest your weary head - PART 14

I know I'm updating more slowly these past few weeks, but idk..... it's kind of a long story but i feel like in so many ways, writing helps me to go through my problems - and these past few days i just haven't been needing to do it. which is good? but at the same time, i miss it dearly and dont like delaying you updates lol :) ANYWAYS enough rambling for now.... YEAH so like this is GWYN'S LAST CHAPTER.... we have only one left.... thank you so much for your supportiveness from day one!!! it's been a thrill writing this <3

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It was girl’s night. It took almost two weeks before the Valkyries could finally have their sleepover of gossip, sparkling wine, music and laughter. During these days, her sisters in arms definitely noticed Gwyn and Azriel’s furtive stares across the room and how they found themselves reaching towards each other more and more often during training. But still Nesta and Emerie hadn't said a word so far, content in casting inquisitive eyes and raised brows at both the Shadowsinger and the priestess. Waiting, Gwyn reckoned, for that particular night – which was scheduled in advance. So she was bracing herself to answer with honesty to whatever questions they might have for her.

And she knew it would be plenty.

In one of their last afternoon encounters in the library, she let Azriel know she felt comfortable enough to talk to her friends about their relationship; and told him if he wanted to, she would be okay with him telling his brothers as well. They both agreed, though, to refrain themselves from sharing about the mating bond just yet. “One step at a time” Azriel stated softly before planting a kiss on her forehead.

They had been taking this mantra quite literally, in all aspects. Their kisses sometimes got more intense and heated, but it always stopped before Gwyn could feel any kind of discomfort. She was grateful for it, but with time, something inside her started to change; it was almost imperceptible, a new feeling she kept to herself, but was nurturing it with kindness and a strange sense of pride. An eagerness for more, that grew stronger with every chill that went down her spine as Azriel kissed her with abandon in the quiet depths of the library; or the charged silence that took over when they halted their movements a few inches away, chests heaving, flushed from training in the middle of the night. Or the way his hand squeezed hers reassuringly when they ventured together in their few visits to Velaris. His hazel eyes piercing at her soul, filled with such intent and contained heat that made her wonder how it would feel if he set that fire free.

It’s been a few days since they last saw each other, because Azriel went on another mission for Rhysand, and Gwyn was thankful she had this night to distract herself from just how much she felt his absence. She wasn’t too worried, but it was only because she trusted Rhys’s word when he reported to her how was Azriel doing, and because at most nights, she could hear a faint melody lulling her to sleep. His own way of telling her he was fine.

She turned her attention to Nesta and Emerie’s discussion about the last book both read and drew a sip of her wine. The private library was warm, with mattresses spread across the floor topped by fluffly pillows and soft blankets. They were already in their pajamas; Nesta sprawled on the floor and Emerie sat across from Gwyn at the couch, with her legs on top of her lap.

“Ok, so.” Her Carynthian sister abruptly changed the subject, staring hesitantly at Gwyn had while Nesta crossed her legs, with a matching look on her face “Are we going to talk about it now?”

Gwyn sighed. She was nervous about voicing it, even if it was to her best friends. But still, she couldn’t contain the smile that crept upon her cheeks, the joy that filled her chest:

“I guess now is as good time as any.”

Emerie and Nesta both exchanged looks, as if gathering their thoughts. Strategizing.

“First of all” Nesta stated sternly, carefully measuring her words “How are you feeling?”

“Good” Gwyn answered with the same tone as her friend, brows high with amusement at her friend’s concern.

“Good.” She nodded, almost to herself “And what exactly is going on?”

“Well… Not much.” Seeing as her sisters didn’t approve her vague response, she went on “We’ve been taking it slowly.”

“We? So there’s a we?” It was Emerie’s turn to raise her eyebrows, nudging her with her foot from across the couch.

“If you want to know…” She said, matter of-factly “Yes, there is.”

“And how far did this we-thing go yet?”

“We’ve been meeting in the training ring for a year now, you know, for training purposes only.” She raised her brows for emphasis as her sisters laughed “But ever since my birthday, we grew even closer. It was really one of the most thoughtful gifts I ever got. And then he invited me to Velaris.”

Gwyn toyed with her hair before continuing: “And then we kissed.”

Nesta raised her brows almost to her hairline, and Emerie’s reaction consisted in her throwing a pillow at Gwyn:

“You kissed?!” She squealed. “They kissed.” She turned to Nesta, eyes wide.

“Stop it.” Gwyn laughed, feeling herself flushing. “Yeah, we did… Multiple times now.”

Nesta started laughing as well, a mischievous glint in her cunning eyes: “And how’s it going?”

“Well, as I said before, we’ve been taking it slowly. But…” She added, her blush deepening “Maybe… I don’t know, maybe I’m ready for... More.”

Mother, she felt giggly like a teenager; on the positive side, her friends were acting as such, smirking and casting amused looks at her. Nesta reached forward from her place in the mattress and took Gwyn’s hand:

“Gwyn, this is good. To consider developing your relationship with a male you trust… This is good. Natural.”

“We’re happy for you.” Emerie nodded, adding.

“And Azriel is well advised.” Nesta completed, lifting an eyebrow.

“Oh, I don’t doubt he was.” Gwyn winked, laughing at her friend’s protective tone. “I’m a bit nervous. And happy: a nervous kind of happy.”

“Well” Nesta got up to her feet, motioning for Emerie to give her a space on the couch, sitting between them and snuggling under the covers. “If you want, we could give you some advice.”

Gwyn nodded, and couldn’t shake off that grateful feeling at their supportiveness as she and her two sisters by heart started discussing deep into the night.

*****

She woke up as the sun began to rise, light entering the room by the semi-shut curtains. She dreamed of that familiar melody again. Nesta and Emerie were still asleep, and she stretched quietly before getting up, heading towards the window to watch the sunrise. Magically, a cup of tea appeared in her hands, and she thanked the House before drinking it, observing the first appearance of sunlight rise beyond the mountains. Today she wouldn’t be attending her morning service, so she could spend more time with her friends and eat breakfast together.

Gwyn sighed, appreciating the peace and quiet with a light feeling in her chest, just as she caught a glimpse of shadow approaching the House. Her heart started beating faster at that, and she adjusted the blanket around her shoulders before quietly opening the doors that lead to the balcony.

That principle of shadow grew wider as Azriel’s figure started becoming more and more apparent under the daylight. His shadows reached her before he did, and she giggled when they went for her hair and shoulders.

Her mate landed with one swift move, striding towards her, and she tried to calm her heart as she took in that beautiful sight.

“Good morning” He greeted her quietly with sparkling eyes and a crooked smile.

She smiled even further at the sound of his voice, a soft tone that matched the tender melody she heard in her sleep, and closed their distance in two small steps.

“I missed you.”

Azriel pulled her into his arms, pressing their bodies close. She nuzzled her head on the crook of his neck and took a deep breath, as he gently caressed her back:

“I missed you too.” His voice was a deep rumble that caused chills on her spine.

He pulled away only enough to lift her chin and brush his lips against hers. A whisper of a kiss. Gwyn found herself instinctively going for his hair, pressing him closer as she tugged his raven hair; because Mother, she had missed him. All of him. And she wanted to let it show.

Azriel didn’t miss a step as he enlaced his arms behind her back, and the groan that erupted from him as she bit his lower lip only made her desiring scent grow stronger, mixing with his. He parted for a second, panting, and his hazel eyes darkened with lust as he scanned her face. His hair was ruffled from where her hands had been, and as he glowed against the morning light Gwyn thought he was the most handsome male to have ever lived.

And he was all hers.

“I could hear you.” Gwyn breathed, and couldn’t contain her fingers from brushing against his cheek, trailing her thumb against his lips. “Almost every night, sometimes before bed, sometimes when I couldn’t sleep, or in my dreams: I could hear your melody.”

Azriel closed his eyes, resting his forehead on hers. Both their mating scent and his shadows like a cloud around them, inebriating her thoughts. His hand toyed with a strand of her copper hair.

“You did it, didn’t you? Sing to me.” She continued.

His crooked smile in answer melted her heart, and that alone made her smash her lips on his senselessly, Azriel letting her lead the way as she slowly guided his hands down her back, and when he placed them on her thighs she pulled herself up, embracing his torso with her legs and trusting him to hold her. Which he did rather effortlessly, tracing kisses from her mouth to her jaw to her neck while she sighed.

Gwyn knew her sisters were just behind those closed doors and curtains, sound asleep, but she couldn’t care less. Not when the heat emerging from her core made her want to combust. She could feel every inch of Azriel against the fabric of her night clothes, the duvet she used to cover herself long forgotten on the floor, but instead of shying away from it, she embraced it fully, pressing them even tighter and thriving at the sound of his deep rumble against her skin, at the sensation of his fingers digging into her thighs.

She quietly giggled, thriving at his touch, and opened her eyes a few seconds later when she felt his face moving away from the spot on her neck, her body already craving his lips on her again.

“Why did you stop?” She stared into those deep hazel eyes, filled with passion and flame.

“Your laugh” His voice was rough, lips swollen. “It drives me insane.”

She raised an eyebrow, but couldn’t help laughing again, louder this time. After all, she was happy. She brushed her lips against his lightly:

“I’m glad you’re home, Az.” Back to me, she thought.

He softly placed her on the ground, but didn’t let go of her hips:

“I’m glad to be home, Gwyn.”

And at that moment she knew, with certainty, home would always be wherever they were.

Together.

#YAS FLUFF AND STEAM #only one or two parts left i still dont know #im so emotional this is coming to an end #thank you so much for everything guys #hope you like it

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lymmsweb · 3 years

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Hi can you do an angst(can be fic or headcanons) where levi s/o went missing for like 3 years while they are expediting with a large group ofc, but one time when they(scouting legion) went expediting again, one member found a human bone remaining with scouting legion jacket which happen to be levi missing S/o

I'm so sorry if this is hard to write, feel free to ignore this request if you don't feel like writing it!

Ahh this has been in my request inbox for almost 10 days! I'm so sorry that it's taken me this long :(

This doesn't say where it is in the timeline, basically I don't say any of the main casts names so you can put it in anywhere in the timeline that you’d like.

And I’ll be using the they/them pronouns for Hange <3

Levi finding his dead s/o’s scout legion jacket on an expedition

Gn!s/o

Angst (kinda, i tried my best)

Tw: Mentions of your death, Descriptions of blood

Words : 944

“Yeah, yeah I'll be fine. I love you!” Those were the last words he ever heard from you.

The image of you plagued his dreams, the last time he saw you. It was either that or seeing his friends being ripped apart, he was stuck in a loop of pain whenever he fell asleep. It had been 3 years since the last time he saw you, 3 years of loneliness.

“Levi, we're heading out.’ Hange softly reminded him, snapping him out of his thoughts. He was mindlessly staring at his horse. They knew how hard it had been after your disappearance, he wasn't the saw afterwards. He was more closed off towards everyone, even to them and Erwin. He had not dared to love anyone else, no one could replace you.

“Yeah i know four eyes.” He grumbled back at them, coming back to reality. With one swift jump, he managed to get ontop of his horse and adjusting himself in the saddle. He lightly squeezed the horses sides, making it trot to the front of the gates and in front of the scouts. Hange joining him by his side.

As the gate opened, a frown was placed upon his lips. ‘How many deaths would there be this time?’ ‘How many people will be sent to their death because of him?’ These thoughts ran through his head as the horses began to gallop at full speed, never once did he lose his balance ontop of that horse. The large field met him, the ruins of old houses that once were inhabited by life now turned to nothing more than rubble.

As each Captian and their squads split off from the large group, he continued straight. Straight to the forest, the forest where he last saw you.

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“Y/N...they never came back. We don't know where they are, we searched hard for them but we couldn't find anything, we couldn't even find a body sir.” A scout informed him, he was sat in his office at the time. Those words would be the ones that would plague him for the next couple of years.

“Okay... get out.” He said in a sombre tone, fighting back tears. He couldn't let anyone see him broken, unfortunately, they listened and left him alone.

That night he had a panic attack, he wasn't able to breathe and was shaking violently. Tears came falling out like a waterfall, his throat was dry. He never knew that his body was able to produce him this many tears.

Hange was the first to comfort him, they tried their best but they to were in pain. They loved you dearly, you made Levi’s world a bit happier, and helped him through the troubles of his past. You made them happy too, you were their sunshine too.

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As they entered the forest, he jumped off of his horse and propelled himself into the trees. If it wasn't for the cruel world that they lived in he would've considered the view a calming one. The wind hitting his face, his hair flowing rapidly in the air.

A 7meter titan caught his eye, he had a mission to do. As he quickly looked around his surroundings to make sure that no other titan was near, he hastily killed the titan. With one swift slash to the neck, it fell to the floor with a thud. He had done this a thousand times before, he was humanity’s strongest soldier, so why couldn't he protect you? Landing on a tree branch and stared solemnly at his bloody sword, it was starting to evaporate, you must have had a painful death. Everyone who loses their life to the titans dies as their limbs get ripped apart, how he wished you were here with him.

“Captain Levi, I think you need to see something.” A soldier landed next to him, his hands bloody too. As Levi looked at his face, it was covered by an unmistakable emotion, sadness and regret.

“Is it that important?”

“Yes sir. Follow me.” Usually, Levi wouldn't agree to but something in him told him that he had to go along. As they soared through the trees, eventually landing on the ground. The trees looked massive on the ground, they towered over him, as if mocking him for his height. Levi brought his attention back to the soldier, he had walked off a couple of meters, to the bottom of a tree.

“Captain, this...” He saw what he was crouching down next to “this is Y/N’s.” The soldier looked back at Levi, pointing at the scouting legion jacket. It had your initials sewn on the edge of the jacket, you had your friend sew it on since you kept on mixing it up with someone else's jacket. It was covered in blood, dried up blood. He slowly stepped towards your bloody jacket, it had not evaporated. Therefore it was your blood.

Levi knelt next to the man, tears threatening to escape his eyes. As he lifted it, something shiny glistened in the daylight, catching both of their eyes. He focused his gaze on that, it was a ring. The man picked it up, inspecting it, it too was covered in dried up blood.

“Pass it to me.” He ordered in a shaky voice, even his voice was now betraying him. As he passed it to Levi, his eyes widened, now flooding his cheeks in tears. It was the ring that he gifted to you on your 1 year anniversary, you would wear it everywhere. He brought it up to his middle finger, he was wearing a matching one. Even after your disappearance, he never took it off, nevertheless, they were the same.

“Thank you.” He quietly thanked the man, at least now he could get some closure. He held your jacket to his chest and put on your ring, he choked on his sobs, you were really dead. His heart ached, he would never get you back. He was cursed with losing all the people that he loved.

A/N : this is my first time writing angst, it's very bad but I hope you liked it to a certain degree. I also changed him from finding bones to finding a ring since I couldn't really think of how you can identify a loved one with one of their bones. <3

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everlastingdreams · 4 years

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BETA John Constantine x Reader : Heaven And Hell Chapter 2

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Summary: The reader has been travelling alone for a while now, running from her demons. When soon she finds herself dealing with real ones. At first she appears to be just a psychic, but as time passes John finds himself wondering if that is all she is. The rising darkness is coming closer everyday, what part does she come to play ?

Notes: This took so long and I am so sorry. I finally found a good direction for this story.

Chapter: 2/?

Word count: 3053 words.

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The events at the house still affected you, even after almost a month. It once again reminded you that not every monster is a paranormal being. There are monsters all around, looking like your regular friendly neighbour. Or as John had put it, not all monsters hide under beds. You wondered how he dealt with these kind of things, day in day out. It wasn't the thing you dreamed of doing when you were young, but this life choose you and you were stuck with it. You closed the book you were reading and clicked off the the small reading light before pulling the covers over your body as you laid down to sleep. Soon you felt yourself drifting off .

Scratching.

That's what you heard, you could see your living room as if you were watching it all play out through a camera. It got louder. A dark form crawled out from the shadows, an arm.. no.. it wasn't just that. Long sharp nails dragged across the wooden floors as the creatures crawled from the darkest shadows. Their eyes were like fire. They moved slowly at first, then faster, some crawled on the walls, some on the ceiling as they moved up the stairwell. They begane moving faster, like a shark nearing it's prey. And that's what you were, prey. Their nails scratched the walls as they got closer to your closed bedroom door. Then they screeched loudly, like nails being dragged down a chalkboard. You jolted up gasping for air, you pushed yourself backwards on your bed until your back hit the wall. You looked around your room frantically, and saw daylight stream into your room. It was just a dream. You brushed the hair from your face as it sticked to your skin. The air inside your room felt warm, almost hot. You were shaking as you stepped out of bed, you could use a glass of water after that. You put on some clothes before walking to the kitchen. You weren't to keen on walking through your house but you weren't a scared child anymore. Dreams are just that, dreams. You poured some water in a glass and took a big swig from it before you walked into your living room, you were checking your phone when you felt something beneath your bare feet. You swallowed as you sensed it. You moved your foot carefully, as if you had stepped into glass. You looked down at the floor and your breath quickened as panic rose inside of you. Along the wooden floor were long, deep, lines that splintered the wood. You didn't have to touch that to know what that meant. You didn't bother about how you looked as you grabbed your coat and bolted out the door in one swift move. You thanked the heavens that the key of your car and your wallet was in your jacket. You had no plan for something like this, but you knew one thing. Time to find an exorcist.

You had slept in a hotel since that night, happy that you didn't wake up to scratches on the floor again. You didn't know for certain if you could trust John Constantine, you only met him once, but he was the only one you knew that had knowledge of this sort of life. This 'gift'. And after that 'problem' at your place, you didn't mind to spend some time around a guy who knew how to deal with things like this. Maybe he meant what he said, maybe he could help you learn more about your powers. Or maybe, he couldn't be trusted. But it was either John Constantine or facing whatever was after you alone. There was just one little problem in your plan, you had no idea how to find him. Let alone contact him. Really regretting the fact that you didn't take his silly card now. It was early in the day but that didn't stop you from going to a bar, for a coffee anyway. You didn't feel like sleeping much after what happened. While drinking your coffee you noticed an article on the front of the newspaper that was laying on the bar. You pulled it closer and read about the priest who came back to life and is now performing miracles. You can't help but think this would be something Constantine would be interested in and then it hits you. The priest. You quickly pull out your phone and scroll through your contacts until you find the name of the priest that had send you to help Harold. Constantine had asked you for his number so he could tell the priest that next time he should be contacted as well. There was a fair chance that the priest had John's number. The phone rang a couple of times and then you heard it being picked up. “Hello ?” the man answered. “Father Jenkins ? This is y/n l/n.” You introduced yourself hoping he would actually remember you after everything that had happened. He sounded guildridden when he spoke again “Miss l/n, I was hoping to speak to you again. I wish to apologise-” “There's no need for apologies Father. None of us knew what Harold was capable off.” you interupted him quickly. He sighed “If the need would ever arise again, I will contact the man who helped you. I do not wish to see you harmed.” You felt a spark of hope at his words “Actually, that is why I am calling. I am trying to find Constantine, I was hoping you could tell me his number ?” “I have his number in my contact list. Shall I send it to you in a text message ? Is everything alright Miss l/n ?” he sounded worried, but you didn't want him to worry about you. “Yes, please. That would be great. And don't worry Father, it's nothing I can't handle.” brushing it off. “In that case, may God be with you, y/n. Always.” he told you and you gripped your phone thighter. “Goodbye, Father.” you ended the call. It was clear that it wasn't God who was with you after seeing the scratches in your floor. You finished your coffee and at then your phone beeped as a text popped up on the screen. The priest had sended John's number to you and know you were left to think how you would handle this. Last time you saw him you had told him you prefered not to go with him and now you would have to actually ask him for help. Sighing you called the number. It clicked to voicemail and you hung up immediately. This wasn't something that should go on a voicemail. You called again and after a few seconds, someone picked up. “Heeello?” the man on the other end sounded curious, but you were pretty sure that it wasn't John's voice. “Uhm.. hello. Sorry I might have called the wrong number, I am trying to reach a guy called John Constantine ?” You heard the man chuckle “Then you have the right number, Miss. But i'm afraid John's uh... unable to talk now. He's uh.. sleeping off the drinks from last night.” You raised a brow “Oh, I see. Look, I don't want to be rude but I really need to speak with him.” You could hear that the man was walking around as he spoke “Want to tell me who you are first ? Not many people have this number, and if they do call it's usually never a good thing.” he sounded wary of you and considering who John was you understood why. “My name is y/n l/n. I met him recently, he helped me.” you explained it to him. The man was silent for a second before he let out a chuckle “He told me about you.” he was silent again before continuing “Alright, look, I'll give you the address. If you are who you say you are then I'm sure he won't mind.” He gave you the address and you wrote it down on your phone “Thank you ! I think it is closeby. Is it okay if I come over ?” “Sure. No problem, Miss. The place you're looking for is an old Mill house.” he explained. A mill house ? That was definitely the last place you would expect to find an exorcist, perhaps that is why he chose the place. “Mill house. Got it. I'll be there soon. Thank you !” you quickly said. “See you soon.” he ended the call. It dawned on you that you didn't even ask his name but he sounded genuine. You hurried to your car and started on your journey there. It was a little further then you thought it was, you even had to stop and ask some locals where you could find it. To your suprise some of them didn't even know there was a Mill house in the town. You finally found the place and yup, it sure was a mill house. You had expected it to be bigger but were suprised to see that it was actually pretty small and looked very old. A man walked out the door as you parked your car. He awkwardly waved his hand as a greeting and you walked up to him. “Hi ! I'm -” He interupted you “y/n. I remember. Glad to see you found the place. I'm Chas Chandler, nice to meet you.” he held out his hand for you to shake. This confirmed that he was the one who had answered the call. You shook his hand “Thank you for meeting me.” “Are you kidding ? I'm the lucky one for meeting you. John told me all about the woman that saved his ass.” Chas looked like he was enjoying the thought of it. You smiled shyly “It was team work mostly.” “That's what he said to me as well. But John has a tendency to make the truth sound nicer then it usually is.” he let out an audible breath “But you're here to see John, he got out of the shower couple of minutes ago. Thought I would greet you while he made himself presentable. Or at least tries to. Come on, I'll take you to him.” he nodded towards the mill house and you followed him inside. The inside of the place looked so much bigger then you had expected it to be. You followed Chas down a spiral staircase, eyes wide at all the shelves filled with strange objects and symbols carved into the wood. You were staring at the objects when John walked into the room. Chas cleared his throat before speaking up "Hey, John ! Someone's here to see you." John was putting his tie on when you walked into what looked like the living area. "What are y-" he turned to look in Chas's direction and his eyes landed on you immediately. He looked like he didn't expect you and by the way Chas was grinning at him you were sure that that was exactly the case. "It's y/n, you know, the uh.. what did you call her again ? The pretty -" John's expression switched from suprised to caught in headlights in an instant. "Weren't you going to pick up your daughter, Chas ?" John quickly stopped him from finishing the sentence. “Right.” Chas snapped his fingers before turning in your direction. “I'll leave you to it then.” He mouthed a 'good luck' at you and you gave a discreet nod. Chas left you two alone in the mill house. John looked at you intrigued and put his hands in his pockets “Wasn't expecting you.” “Clearly. I thought Chas had told you I was coming here. I tried to call you.” you explained the situation. He grimaced at that “Looks like I'll need to lock my phone with a pin next time.” John stepped closer to you “Not that I'm complaining, luv. I was hoping I'd see you again.” he winked at you before a lopsided grin grew on his face. You snapped your eyes away and cleared your throat. Oh boy, it appeared that he thought you were here for a different reason. “I was trying to contact you. I've been thinking and maybe I was wrong to turn down your offer back at Harold's place. You were right, I could use someone to guide me, to teach me in these things.” John's smile faded when he understood why you were here and he turned away from you to grab himself a drink “You made the right choice back there.” He sat down on the couch and you followed him, you took a seat next to him and watched as he pulled out his lighter to fiddle with it “Take my advice. You don't want to know what's out there.”

“When we met, you looked disappointed when I turned down your offer and now you're telling me I made the right choice.. why is that, John ?” He sighed deeply before taking a swig of his drink “Had some time to think. Not long before I met you, I met a woman. Daughter of a friend that passed away. She could see the world for what it really was. It didn't take long for a demon to see what she was, and it started hunting her." He didn't look at you as he spoke, he just flicked his lighter open and close a couple of times "We had the demon trapped inside a seal of solomon, and he reminded me what happens to people who stay around me." He clicked the lighter shut. "Nothing good ?" you carefully guessed. "The woman had all her father's gifts, but not everyone is cut from the right cloth to do this thing." He looked at you "This isn't a reversible thing. You spend too much time around evil, it starts to follow you. It will always find you." the words were bitter. At this point you realised he was trying to make you understand, maybe even scare you away. But he didn't know that those things he feared would start hunting you, had already started. "She didn't want to do what her father did ?" You guessed. He nodded and gave a small smile, his eyes not able to hide his true emotion "And she made the right call. It will keep her safe." You looked at your hands in your lap "Maybe I shouldn't have been so reckless with my gift." You murmered to yourself. That snapped his attention to you "What's that, luv ?" You hadn't told him the reason you came to find him in the first place. "A couple of nights ago, I had a vision. I never had one like it. " you confessed and started to fidget with your jacket. "There were monsters in my house, dragging their nails across my floorboards and walls. I woke up before they got inside my bedroom." He thought about what you said for a moment "Your visions.. they can be tricky I'm sure. Perhaps the thing with Harry is still troubling you." You nodded but shook your head, wishing that was true "That's what I thought. But then I went downstairs.. there were long scratches on my floor, it had splintered the wood." John's whole body turned to you instantly at your words, his brows drew together for a second before he spoke hastly "Are you sure that wasn't a vision ?" You stood up "I'm sure of it. I just ran out of there right away. I have been trying to find you since then." John's shoulders heaved when he let out a breath, but you doubted it was out of relief "That was a good call." "Is something haunting me ? Something from Harold's house ?" You tried to keep your voice steady but the fear was still audible in your words. He looked at your voice, searching for the right word. "John? "You asked impatientely. "Maybe." He looked at your face "Yes, it sounds like it." He admitted reluctantly. You drew a breath and held your form. "Whatever it is, it's not coming from that house, y/n. There were no demons there." He said before he cursed to himself. He had said more then he intended to. Your eyes snapped up to him in shock "Did you just say 'demons' like actual..." He looked apologetic "Yes. The ones that crawl out of hell." You felt sick, demons.. really ? "What do they want with me ?" He dragged a hand over his chin "I don't know yet. But we'll find out, in the meantime you can stay here. This place will keep you safe. That and the fact that you've got an exorcist closeby." He looked at you hopefull. As if he was afraid that you would turn down a safe-haven against monsters. "That sounds like a good idea." You started. He smiled and put his hands in the pockets of his trousers again "On one condition." He closed his eyes, letting his chin rest against his chest as he let out an audible groan "which is ?" You smirked and crossed your arms "I don't want to be stuck in this place, I wan't to see what it's like." He looked at you "What what's like ?" He was warry of what you were asking. "What you do." You cleared it up. He narrowed his eyes at you as if he was trying to solve a puzzle, then his eyes widened "No ! No bloody way I'm taking you along." This wasn't going to be easy. "I could get hurt here too, you know. This place is filled with stuff that could be dangerous. Besides, you just said I would be safer if I stay close.” you reminded him. John drank the last of his drink in one go as he shook his head, cursing himself “Fine.” Your eyes lit up but then.. “But I have a one condition.” he turned to you again, his expression serious. “No contacting spirits unless I'm there with you. Like I said before, it's not only friendly ghosts hearing you.” He didn't have to remind you of that considering there were demons after you now “Deal.”

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misfiredsynapse · 4 years

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wounded

someone binged the Witcher on Netflix and this spilled out

i regret nothing

warnings: blood, implied relationships (past), heavy wounds, implied violence. I don’t know the lore as well as i should so if i’ve cocked anything up, a wizard did it

Wounded

Tales of monsters haunting the village reached her ears long after the true danger began. From her little hut on the edge of the forest, it was easy to know when the beast began to prowl. She had reinforced her wards and kept herself very far from its usual trail. The village had collection plate going around to hire someone to deal with it. They had asked for a donation and she had given, though she wondered when the Lord planned to actually help his people.

Her little hut- the witch’s cottage- squatted in a glen on the edge of an unending wood. Where spooks and spectres lurked, where ghosts and ghouls wailed through the night. She had a reputation for healing, but only in the daylight. The few brave souls who had dared try to breach her door at night had seen a very different witch.

Smoke and mirrors. Necessary. Small towns bred small minds and she had no intention of letting them get the idea that they’d be better off without her.

It was so very tedious to start over.

The first she heard was that the mayor- in name only, for he was as dirt poor as the rest of them- had managed to find a foolhardy soul to send up against the beasts. A man and his bard companion, each likely to die. She had thought of them as little more than a sacrifice. A sacrifice meant to sate the appetite of monsters and keep the villagers alive one more night.

She had built a good life here. Simple, outcast, not quite belonging, but good enough. Townsfolk left her mostly alone until they had a problem they couldn’t fix on their own, and they made good deals when they asked her out of her hut. Nobody wanted to end up in her cauldron next- for as the rumour went, she would kidnap those who angered her and cook them for her dinner.

Quaint little stories and she did nothing to dissuade them. It kept thieving hands out of her garden at the very least.

From her hut, she had heard the fight. Bloodcurdling death screams of the beast, ending in resounding silence. She had sighed and peered out her window to judge the time. Still hours until daybreak. She didn’t expect visitors until the sun penetrated her shadowy glen- that is, if the mayor had been a good sport and delivered her message.

Without knowing what manner of monster lurked, she had no idea what it would be good for. Such a mystery rankled, and she had paid a hefty sum to ensure the monster’s corpse would be delivered fresh and bleeding in the morn. If the Witcher was gone by then, she wouldn’t complain. Especially if… rumours of white hair and golden eyes had flown over her head. Deliberately, perhaps. It had been over a decade since they parted ways and she had heard little of him since. If she was being honest, she had been glad of the reprieve. He was intense, he was overwhelming, and wherever he went tended to change just by his presence.

As if on cue, there came a horrid pounding at her door. Followed by pleading screams and muffled curses, the desperation pulled her from her languid chair. She peered through the window at the shadowy men waiting outside- a smaller figure holding a much larger, clearly unconscious one. The younger was the source of the noise. The other hung like a fresh kill off his back.

No monster, though.

With a disappointed click, she opened the door. “Please!” the young man cried, the moment her light spilled across his face. “He’s hurt, we need your help!” And he shifted his shoulders to reveal his burden. White hair, rugged face, familiar in all its lines- her heart stilled for several uncertain beats. He was pale- almost as white as his hair- and as he hung off his friend’s shoulders, she could see the pool of blood gathering beneath him.

She blinked herself into action. “Bring him in, quickly,” she said. With a wave of her hand she cleared space before the fire, laying out an old rug she didn’t mind ruining. “What got him?”

The signs had all been there. All the cats in the village mysteriously dying, one by one; the dogs growing stronger and fiercer with the proximity of a leader. Packs of wolves roaming closer, hunting livestock like it was their right.

“Werewolf,” said the boy, who looked doubly pale now that he wasn’t the only thing supporting the Witcher. “It had friends.”

She paused. “Friends?” she asked. If there was a pack of them- it wouldn’t bode well for the village. One cursed lycanthope was enough, but if the cursed one was deliberately infecting others… “Werewolves?”

“I don’t know,” the boy’s voice shook a little. “But there were so many.”

Her mouth twitched. She used to tease, when they were younger, that all he would never be rid of her. All she had to do was follow the corpses- monster and human alike- like following the rainbow for a pot of gold. Funny how the world worked. She stopped chasing him only to have him stumble upon her. The only gold at the end of her bloody rainbow was in his eyes.

Eyes that were currently crusted shut with blood, while the rest of him seemed determined to bleed out on her floor. The bard who had dragged him here- young, eager, but desperately unqualified for the life he had chosen- stood by the door, fighting the vomit rising in his throat.

She looked up at the boy, narrowed her eyes, and pointed at the door. “Fetch me water from the well, just outside, and a handful of dandelions and peppermint from the greenhouse beyond. Hurry!”

He nodded and was gone. With his nervous energy gone, she refocussed on the dying man. Her hands shook as she pressed them over his wounds. Deep and oozing, smelling of rot and death- she had not missed this smell. It would be another scar painted on his body, another story of a thankless task. In his younger days he had celebrated the scars. Another tale, another dead monster, another bag of gold at his hip. But people were rarely thankful for long.

Witchers were, by their very nature, unsettling to behold. Creatures able to stare into the black expanse of the void and kill the monsters lurking within.

She flattened her hands against the worst of the cuts and began to mutter a chant. She could feel the healing begin to take effect; her own body taking the brunt of his hurt to heal him faster. Between his gifts and hers, there would be naught but a scar in just a few days.

“Do you have a fucking death wish?” she hissed, at the first sign of him stirring. One golden eye cracked open, swept the room, and settled on her. The groan he made might have been pain if she didn’t know exactly how much magic was in his system. His head fell back on the threadbare pillow.

“It’s good to see you, Flissa.”

“Fuck off, no it isn’t.”

Geralt’s mouth twitched. “You sound stressed.”

She resisted the urge to smack him. “You bring it out in me,” she said sharply.

“My apologies, then.” His eyes remained closed and she listened to the rhythm of his breath until it levelled, and he slipped into a true, deep sleep. She allowed herself a moment to study his face. Unchanged, but that was hardly a surprise. Magic was in his blood as sure as it was in hers. They did not age or change as a normal human would. Still a rugged jaw, a strong nose, his long hair as white as virgin snow.

Her eyes dipped to the hem of his shirt, torn to ribbons. Beneath was an expanse of skin she had once known by heart. Years ago, she could have mapped his scars with her eyes closed. She wondered how many new ones he had earned since then- and promptly tore her mind from the subject. He was not hers to know like that, not anymore.

Knowing him like that had been the thing to drive her off. Terrified of what it meant to connect that deeply with another, refusing to let it grow between them. She had run, she had left.

And he had let her.

The door opened with a swift bang and she was on alert at once. Geralt didn’t stir; perhaps a more worrying sign than his bleeding. The depth of his slumber did draw her concern.

The returning bard dropped a pail of water at her feet and held out a large bunch of dandelions. “Are these enough?” he asked, anxious. “Will he live? Do you need anything else?”

Flissa took the bundle in both hands and nodded. “That’s fine. Sit down, boy, before you pass out.”

The bard refused to move without an answer. “Is he going to be alright?” he asked again, firmer.

“Yes,” she said; and he sank into the nearest chair in relief, holding his head in both hands. Flissa’s heart panged with empathy for him. She was him, once, before she mastered her craft; a terrified companion to a man determined to fling himself through death’s door at a moment’s notice. The singular reason why she became a healer was Geralt of Rivia.

Flissa set the dandelions in a bag and hung it in the window. She fetched dried leaves and added the fresh water to the kettle, setting it on the fire to brew. The rest of the water she heated with a whispered spell and returned, cloth in hand, to Geralt’s side. Getting the blood off his skin was significantly easier than getting it out of his clothes.

How very fortunate that she had kept a shirt in his size.

“Help me get him up,” she said to the boy. He was still pale, still shaking- in shock- but he reacted instantly. His arms under the Witcher’s shoulders, hers under his legs. Somehow, between them, they moved the man to her bed. “Where’s his horse?” she asked.

The bard raised an eyebrow. Connecting the dots at once, he had the sense not to ask but this one was a damn sight smarter than the average. “At the tavern, three days paid.”

“When the sun rises, bring him here.”

“But the wolves…”

“Are gone,” she assured, gentling her tone if only slightly. “With the Weres dead, the rest will scatter.” She returned to the kettle when it began to boil. Dandelion tea with peppermint- to calm his nerves. Flissa slid the steaming mug onto the table beside him. “Sugar and honey are behind you.”

His head rose. Eyes lingered on Geralt, then to the tea. “Thank you…?”

“Flissa,” she said, taking the hand he offered.

“Jaskier,” he said.

She lifted an eyebrow in his direction. “Bless you.”

His mouth twitched. “My name is Jaskier.”

“You are welcome, then,” she nodded. “How does a bard end up travelling with a Witcher?”

“I wanted adventure and he strolled into town. I’m still not sure he likes me.”

“He’s like that with everyone.”

A pause, in which the boy stared at his friend. “You do know him,” he said quietly; curious, without wishing to outright ask. Flissa could see the questions bubbling but his reluctance to anger her held his tongue. The villagers likely warned him off coming anywhere near her. As if the ‘witch in the woods’ asking for a dead monster corpse wasn’t warning enough.

“For years,” she confirmed. “I used to travel with him.”

“Why did you stop?”

She shrugged, gestured to her little cottage. “I fancied myself suited to the quiet life.”

Jaskier smiled in acknowledgement, but there was a glint in his eye when he asked; “And does it suit you?”

“It’s… very quiet,” said Flissa, but that little pause said it all.

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Favorite Bagginshield Fics I’ve Read/Currently Reading (in no particular order) Part 2/?:

It’s been a little over 6 months since I gushed Bagginshield fic rec and I decided a few weeks ago while reading my pile of bookmarks on AO3 that I need to post a new one. I have 33 fics below out of the 9,085 fics on Bagginshield’s AO3, so I’d recommend taking a look there as well for those I’ve missed. As always, buckle in boys.

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^^ rating descends from G to E this time for organizational purposes! also, a lot of these are all complete because I have no patience and have to read an entire 100k fic in one sitting like a maniac.

** (to reiterate) are extra, extra favorites, but these are all absolutely incredible fics worth every second of your time.

Call You Home by northerntrash - 12k, rating: not rated, complete, hobbit culture, everyone lives nobody dies au, it’s all fluff folks, Thorin’s making puppy-eyes at the Burglar again, hobbits have a secret language (sign me up!)

Summary: In which the Company are entirely too nosy about matters that are supposed to be a secret, and Bilbo learns that being concerned about propriety is overrated when you could be making friends instead.

** Wasteful by northerntrash - 6k, rating: not rated, modern au, coffee shop au (squeeee), in which awkwardly staring does not make for good flirting, and you should probably just tell people when you are interested in them, fluff, author writes modern Thorin so goddamn well!

Summary: Bilbo just didn't understand; why would anyone come in every day, order cake, and then not eat it?

** Customary by an_odd_ducky - 3k, rating: G, fluff, hobbits rub noses as a greeting!, thorin is jealous!, Fili and Kili insist on learning!

Summary: Hobbits rub noses to greet each other - a fact the dwarves don't know until they arrive in Rivendell and Elrond greets a surprised Bilbo by rubbing their noses together. Some of the company find it quite amusing, but Thorin is less than pleased. Fluff! Fill for the Hobbit Kink Meme.

** Para Bellum by RyuzzaKochou - 4k, rating: G, complete, basically hobbits are secret kung fu masters, company bonding, humor.

Summary: Hobbits always survive; even where trained and experienced soldiers don't. Has no one ever wondered about this? Thorin and the Company learn that it takes more than luck to be small in a big world. OR - Bilbo has unexpected skills and Thorin finds he likes them.

Silly Trinkets by The Feels Whale (miscellea) - 16k, rating: G, complete, fem!Bilbo, Thorin has no game, lies of omission, part of a two part series.

Summary: There are no words adequate to describe the Last Homely House or the wonders of Lord Elrond’s hospitality, which seems impossible to strain even under the burden of thirteen empty dwarfish stomachs and their even more trying attitudes.

Having played hostess to those same stomachs in her time, Briar is duly impressed and endeavors to add to the burden as little as possible. This is made somewhat more difficult by the fact that elves, apparently, are better able to differentiate between hobbit gentlemen and hobbit ladies that dwarves seem to be. A fact Briar learned when Lord Elrond pulled her to one side after their meal and put her into the hands of his daughter and her women with a gentle smile.

Briar feels that she probably owes him a swift kick in the shins for that.

You Got Me by drunkonwriting - 19k, rating: G, complete, dwarf culture & customs, everyone loves Bilbo and gives him shit, fluff, everybody lives nobody dies au.

Summary: The Company shows their affection for Bilbo in accordance with dwarvish tradition. Bilbo... has no idea why everyone keeps giving him gifts.

Comes Around Again by scarletjedi - 205k, rating: T, complete, a fandom favorite obviously, Gimli and Legolas are the main pairing, lovely art!, time travel fix-it, established relationship.

Summary: Gimli closes his eyes, an old Dwarf on the brink of death in the home he had built with his husband in the Undying Lands, and opens them again as a young Dwarf in his childhood home in Ered Luin. He's returned to the tumultuous week before The Company set out to recruit their Burglar from his cosy hobbit hole. Gimli, once again a impetuous teen in the eyes of his family, must get into that Company--the lives of his loved ones, and the very fate of Middle Earth--depends on it.

** A Dragon’s Tale by vtforpedro - 132k, rating: T, complete, canon divergence au, dragon Bilbo, timeline? what timeline?, Bilbo is so Done (same), Thorin is an Idiot, emotionally constipated Thorin (my favorite, jk), everyone is dramatic, lore? what lore?, minor character death, minor war violence, minor ring influence.

Summary: Bilbo Baggins has been a hobbit for many long years and he should very much like to keep it that way, thank you very much.

An old friend drops by Bag End with the offer of an adventure and despite Bilbo's refusal, the idea of only thirteen dwarves and a wizard facing a dragon may just convince him yet. After all, he has experience with the Great Dragons of the North. Once upon a time, he was one.

An Eye For Quality by Linelen (Linelenagain) - 85k, rating: T, complete, fem!Bilbo, au canon divergence, wonky timeline, family by choice, crazy courtship rituals (we love a good courtship).

Summary: Fíli lived his life by an old dwarven proverb: when a fool drops a treasure, a wise man picks it up (it sounded better in the original khuzdul).Bella Baggins never quite fit in the Shire. Perhaps she was made for the mountains, instead.

** A Shot in the Dark by Silver_pup - 213k, rating: T: complete, I read anything this author writes basically, time travel (I love this trope), fix-it fic, au, bamf!Bilbo, bamf!Dwarves, Bilbo is determined to save everyone, friends to lovers, eventual happy ending.

Summary: When he opens his eyes again, he finds himself in his old bed in his old home in his old body. Is this death? Or a trick of magic? Either way, Bilbo recognizes a second chance when he sees one, and this time his adventure with Thorin is going to go a bit differently.

** Flowers and Ice by BlackSmile - 54k, rating: T, complete, fem!Bilbo, frozen au (she has gloves, I repeat, Bella has to conceal don’t feel), some angst, author blames tumblr, no ring au.

Summary: Thorin wasn't really impressed with the idea to hire a burglar for their quest. He was even less impressed when he found out this burglar was a Hobbit. And all his hopes were lost when he found out their burglar was a woman. But still he can't help himself but to feel a bit attracted to this damned sweet Hobbit. Just why does she have to be so stubborn? And why does she wear gloves all the time anyway?

** Flowers of Yavanna by SOABA - 22k, rating: T, complete, overprotective dwarves, dwobbits!, fem!Bilbo, post BotFA, magic, families of choice, assassination attempts, Bilbo remains in Erebor au, cabbage patch hobbits (yesss)

Summary: Because the belief that Hobbits grew their babies in a cabbage patch had to come from somewhere.“What’s on your wrist, Bella?” Tauriel asked from her place at the dining table when Bél walked past her, nodding toward Bella’s right side.

Bella frowned and looked down at her right hand and then her mouth fell open in shock. Printed on the inside of her wrist, directly underneath her palm, plain as daylight, was a circlet of lily-shaped blossoms connected by an emerald green vine.

lay down your sweet and weary head by Elenothar - 125k, rating: T, complete, very slow burn, more pining pre-slash actually, time travel (again, a gift to this fandom because BotFA broke all of us), fix it yet not really fix-it it’s complicated, durin family, thorin-centric.

Summary: Thorin dies. Thorin wakes up. He is understandably confused by this, especially since he appears to be in the Erebor he knew as a young dwarf, about to be attacked by a dragon.A time-travel fic with Thorin as the one living his life twice.

The Nine Lives of Bilbo Baggins by captain (theoddoodisnude) - 15k, rating: T, complete, community: hobbit_kink, AU (sort of), multiple temporary character deaths, slightly gory, descriptions of death and dying, THERE’S A HAPPY ENDING FOLKS.

Summary: He's not scared, but rather resigned. He doesn't want to die, not when he knows that it will be permanent, but he doesn't regret his actions. He's died many times on this journey; first for his Company, and then for people he could proudly call friends, who then turned into family.

And now Bilbo will die for them again.

For the first time in his life, he will also die for love.

Nugel (Flower of all Flowers) by aquileaofthelonelymountain - 2k, rating: T, complete, post BotFA, everybody lives nobody dies au, fluff, flower language.

Summary: Recently, Bilbo seems distracted, even unhappy. But what Thorin interprets as homesickness is something different. And although Bilbo knows very well why he feels so strangely out of place, he lacks the courage to tell Thorin. It's only good that even dwarves know a thing or two about flowers...

** A Passion for Mushrooms by Chrononautical - 90k, rating: T, complete, all the dwarves, dwarf culture and customs, cultural differences, gift giving, language of flowers, flower crowns, everyone lives nobody dies au, Bilbo remains in Erebor au, slow burn, need I say more folks?

Summary: There are many trials for a hobbit attempting to make a life among dwarves. A hobbit wants a garden. A hobbit wants to eat regular meals. A hobbit wants friends, good books, and comfortable chairs. Bilbo does his best to carve out a little hobbit life for himself in the mountain. If only there were not one final obstacle. For a hobbit heart wants love, and among dwarves that is a sticky subject.

"Hobbits have a passion for mushrooms, surpassing even the greediest likings of Big People." - The Fellowship of the Ring, J.R.R. Tolkien

** Plaits and Weaves by ArgentAconit - 53k, rating: T, complete, braids, hobbit culture, dwarf culture, fluff, listen Bilbo goes through most of the company and gives them each Hobbit worthy braids (??? that’s fucking adorable bro), grooming, cultural differences, Thorin is jealous (big surprise), sort of a fix it.

Summary: Bilbo misses home, he misses his armchair and his books, but right now he misses his kitchen the most. If only he had something to keep his hands busy, he wouldn't so dearly wish he could turn back and delay their quest even more.

Fili is the first to take notice how restless he is, and quickly comes up with a solution. Bilbo, of course, doesn't seem to understand what he is being asked and how it would affect the company over the course of their journey. Or how it would affect one Thorin Oakenshield.

Raven: An Unexpected Adventure by Aerlinniel722 - 165k, rating: T, 32/? chapters completed, fem!Bilbo, everyone lives nobody dies au, post BotFA, overprotective dwarves, family feels, there’s a MINI, female dwobbit Thorin and you expect me not to read it, as if, Bilba really struggles in this one folks.

Summary: After the Battle of Five Armies, Bilba Baggins fled Erebor and her new King in disgrace with a secret. Fifteen years later, when Dís swears she sees a hobbit who looked like her brother… well, perhaps a certain burglar isn't as dead as it was initially assumed.

** Recovery, Redemption, and Romance by Moonbeam - 118k, rating: T, complete, Bilbo is a surprise healer, injured Thorin, rebuilding Erebor, Bilbo is awesome, Thorin is smitten, Dwarves are amused and sneaky, gifts and courting, slow build. everyone lives nobody dies au, developing relationship.

Summary: When Thorin is injured in the Battle of the Five Armies, Bilbo surprises everyone with his healing abilities.

Then as Erebor starts to rebuild he continues to surprise people with his knowledge and skills. On top of everything else that is occurring there is a dwarf king and a hobbit who might be trying to court one another without the other knowing - while their companions are either helpful or confusingly gleeful.

An Unexpected Proposal by Earenial - 100k, rating: T, complete, romance, character study, oblivious!Bilbo, frustrated!Thorin, Kili is a flirt, Bilbo-centric, fic follows (most of) the canon events of the book ( = no hug on Carrock), slow Austen-type romance, slow burn.

Summary: As Bilbo sat smoking in his empty hobbit hole, he couldn’t help but wonder – when did his life become so boring? Or better yet – when did his old life stop being enough?

He suspected the answer to that question lay somewhere around the time when he had refused Thorin Oakenshield’s offer of marriage.

** Feathers that Flutter and Fly by orphan_account :( - 14k, rating: M, complete, wing!verse, Bilbo’s wings are beautiful and I’m in love with wing fics sue me.

Summary: The Shire is taken by Orcs, ravaged and destroyed but Bilbo, who is still very young, managed to escape. He runs, travelling through Middle Earth until he reaches Erebor, where Thorin finds him, cold and starving.

Good Morning by Luckyhai5 - 57k, rating: M, complete, fem!Bilbo, major character death warning, imprisonment, PTSD, it’s really a nice story I swear, it has a happy ending.

Summary: There was a strange, tall man walking up the path. Bilbo recognised him, of course; how could one forget that tall, grey silhouette now making its way up towards her? Gandalf.

AU. What if Bilbo had already left the Shire once before? What if she had seen things she could never forget, and lived through things she couldn't speak of? In this world, Bilbo has a secret, a secret waiting for her in Rivendell, a secret that has changed, and will change, everything...

A Home for my Heart by Moonrose91 - 54k, rating: M, complete, social isolation, character death, miscarriages, infant death, barrenness, body shaming, bullying, mention of mpreg, Erebor Never Fell au, smashing of timelines, canon what canon?, slow build.

Summary: For things Bilbo could not change, he was condemned to a life of isolation, with the belief that none could love him. And then a Dwarf came to Hobbiton.

** Hurricanes in Hertford, Hereford, and Hampshire by 61Below - 126k, rating: M, complete, fem!Bilbo, post BotFA, pregnancy!, language barriers!, cultural misunderstandings!, durin family feels, tbh if Dís is in it I’m in love, ALSO author pictured Bilbo as Margret Hale from North and South??? that’s beautiful.

Summary: Bilbo was banished. That's it, the end. She wants nothing more to do with dwarves. Now all she needs to do is get back home, but there may be some complications along the way.

** The Oak and The Ash by sunryder - 67k, rating: M, complete, timeline? what timeline?, au sentinels and guides, sentinel/guide bonding (I love this idea of sentinels and guides, it’s like soulmates but more intricate?? and better almost?? read it, it’s fantastic).

Summary: Bilbo Baggins was not a particularly talented Guide. He knew that. His family knew that. Every last Hobbit in the four Farthings and Bree knew that.

But that meant nothing when one morning an agony that wasn’t Bilbo’s ripped right through him, dropping him to his knees with a scream. Wrapped up in the pain there was a presence. Someone fierce and determined, nestling himself in the blank space in Bilbo’s mind for the barest of moments before he slipped away. It was like fingertips brushing across the outside fringe of his soul, and Bilbo wanted it back. Wanted him back.

And so help him, Bilbo was going to find him. His Sentinel.

Something Blue by Lapin - 34k, rating: M, complete, fake relationship (ayyyyyy) au canon divergence, politics, gardens & gardening.

Summary: Thorin marries Bilbo after the Battle of Five Armies, a marriage of convenience, not love. Slowly, they must come to make the best of it, Bilbo resolves. After all, he's a Hobbit. They make the best of things.

** An Expected Journey by MarieJacquelyn - 295k, rating: E, complete, time travel, sex and violence, fix it, eventual happy ending, temporary character death, BotFA fix it, everybody lives nobody dies.

Summary: “I just wish…”

“What do you wish?”

“I wish I could have changed it all.”

For years Bilbo has written about his adventures and told stories about his dealings with dwarves and dragons. To most it seemed like fanciful nonsense but to Bilbo it was all very real. A weight followed him home from his travels, one called regret. Now in his final moments Bilbo has a choice to make – go quietly into death’s embrace or go back again and face all the fear and pain for the chance to make things right?

Of course, change is a fickle thing and not everything can be done again as Bilbo is about to find out. In the end, it may not only be salvation that he’s fighting for.

** Durin’s League by hobbitgrl - 73k, rating: E, complete, superheroes/superpowers au, fem!Bilbo, angst, romance, all the dwarves all the things all the feelings.

Summary: When the mysterious Durin's League takes the national spotlight in the battle against the super-powered villains of the Smaug Corporation Bilbo Baggins doesn't think much of it. At least not until Thorin Oakenshield crashes through her living room wall and Gandalf tells her she's their only hope.

No Matter What We Breed by fideliant - 37k, rating: E, complete, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, omegaverse, alpha Thorin, omega Bilbo, courtship, cultural differences, love at first sight, implied mpreg, a lot of sex folks, angst, attempted rape/non-con, Gandalf is a mega troll.

Summary: In a world where omega males are slightly less rare than Arkenstones, Thorin doesn't do himself much of a favour by falling in love with the first gentlehobbit he lays eyes on. Much more is expected of virile alpha male dwarves, after all, even more so for kings, but when Bilbo is revealed to be the first omega male in centuries, Erebor is suddenly not the only prize that Thorin has set his sights on winning.

** Office Hours by lilithiumwords - 9k, rating: E, complete, takes place after What Happens in Gondor, modern au, college/university au, Kili is a literature student and Bilbo is his professor and Thorin is a jerk (not really), smut, Thorin might be deranged, (I love the ending to this, read it).

Summary: When Professor Bilbo Baggins sent Kíli Vinson's paper home with a bad grade, he never imagined that his relaxing office hours would be interrupted by Kíli's terribly rude uncle.Whom, incidentally, Bilbo had met before and knew rather, er, intimately.

** The Riven Crown by The_Kingmaker - 254k, rating: E, complete, friends to lovers, misunderstandings, mutual pining, middle earth politics, everyone lives nobody dies au, hurt/comfort, nightmare, alternating POV, slow burn.

Summary: ‘We may have won the battle, but I fear the war with winter is just beginning.’

The aftermath of war is no laughing matter. Those who died must be honoured, those who are wounded must be healed, and those who remain need food and clothing, peace and sanctuary. With Thorin's life hanging in the balance, it is up to Bilbo and the rest of the Company to rule the rag-tag remnants of Erebor in his place.

Then there is the matter of the gold...

Can Bilbo save both king and kingdom, or is Erebor destined to fall deeper into ruin?

Safe and Distant by Lindzzz - 45k, rating: E, complete, slow burn, everyone lives nobody dies au (everyone knows but bilbo), thorn is an idiot, post BotFA, cultural miscommunication, 50k sequel!

Summary: "Bilbo never bothers denying that he is a slight, little bit, probably infatuated with Thorin. It’s not something that bothers him. Really. He’s pretty sure that everyone very likely has a little flutter in their chest for the dwarf. He’s something grand and unattainable.And it’s really much safer if it stays that way."

** What Happens in Gondor by lilithiumwords - 15k, rating: E, complete, modern au, smut, one night stand, REINCARNATION, anyone?, Gandalf is a troll, Thorin and Bilbo are beans, so much sex, prequel to a 3 part series.

Summary: The one night stand that Bilbo will always regret leaving behind.

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