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So, now I've been on tumblr a little while and (mostly) got the hang of things, time to shape up my about me <3 .
Im LuciGoo (hey) and I'm in the Harry Potter (mostly Marauders) And The Hobbit (Bagginshield) Fandoms as well as The Witcher (Geralt/Jaskier). I write for all three and read for all three two, I also occasionaly read a few other fandoms like The Mummy and The Alien/Preditor series.
I have decided to add a Maruders Masterlist of my works here.
With my other Harry Potter fics and ships here.
And a Hobbit one here so you can look and see if there is anything you fancy reading of mine.
My A03 account as a whole is here
My fav Harry Potter fic i've written (it changes lol) is here: I'm coming Petite Étoile
And my fav Bagginshield fic I've written is here : It Was Never What It Seemed
Here is my
Goo's 2024 Master fic list
Here is the list of my finished series too:
Bagginshield-tober Masterlist
Summary: A look at Bilbo and Thorin's lives from Lake town until the end and after.
Full of love and found family and a besotted Dwarven King and his hobbit.
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I loved Calmwrimo so much that I do a weekly round where I share how many words I've written, how many WIP's I've finished and at 6 fic recs everyweek. Its a mix of what I've read so hopefully someone finds something to read that they will enjoy.
I have 3 rec lists with the above weekly roundup posts, one for Bagignshield, one for Harry Potter and one for other fandoms I've read.
Bagginshield Fic List
Harry Potter Fic List
Geralt/Jaskier Fic List
Others Fic List
Ive also discovered how much I love tumblr ask games, heres the link for the prompt ask game and my post of mini fics for it here.
Feel free to send me ask about anything you want, I love talking and getting to kow others.
Im also open to writing for others if they like how I write (though I reserve the right to say no to characters and themes I dont enjoy writing).
The wolves all go out of there way to bring home a few books every winter. Just whatever they can find and fit in their bags. They won’t ever be able to replace the library they lost during the sacking but the slowly growing collection does give then something else to do during the long winter nights.
It also becomes a bit of a competition- as it always does between them - to bring the best book, the book with the most interesting story of how they acquired it, and the most Valuable book (the definition of which changes every year).
Lambert makes it his goal every year to bring the most indecent romance novels he can. I’m talking novels labeled Erotic. I’m talking Porn with just enough plot to get published. Sometimes the others will try to one up him by bringing something even steamier. No one has ever beaten Lambert though.
Much to Vesemir horror the new library is a majority erotic novels (which they do try to hide from Ciri when she arrives).
One year Lambert brings home a story about a wandering knight and his faithful squire. He likes to read excepts to the wolves to get back at them for insulting his cooking, ripping the fancy blanket he won last year, beating him at qwent. Any opportunity really.
And the first few chapters are them going to brothels and wooing ladies. the standard stuff.
But then. Then they start sharing beds and brothels and the other partners just. fall away and they’re Only with each other.
Lambert LOVES reading this to Geralt especially cause it can Actually make Geralt blush and run from the room. He’s NEVER managed that with Geralt. Fuck YEAH.
And Geralts Dying. Because he recognized the prose during the First Chapter. and the pen name the writer used.
Dandelion.
Jaskier had written a gay romance novel about the two of them. Chocked full of the squires effusive praise for the ‘knight’.
And then one day Lambert stops reading it. Seems even shorter than normal with everyone.
“Lambert you wanna stop being a prick and read your dumb gay romance novel to us? Promise to only throw food at you this time.” Eskel said.
“No. that was a shitty Fucking book and I hate it.”
“Oh did the gays die again? Lambert you know they won’t get published if they have a happy ending. Just rip the last pages out like always.”
“No! The knight went and rode off into he Fucking sunset with that damn princess! Left the squire behind without a Fucking word!!!! I hate that Fucking knight and wanna rip his Fucking dick off!”
“Oh. Huh. Well they didn’t die for once. happy ending.”
“It’s not a happy ending Eskel how -
“The knight and the princess were Fated to be together Lambert! all the foreshadowing was there!”
“The princess treated him like a moron! The squire Actually knew him and cared about him!”
“The squire caused him nothing but problems Lambert! Of Course he went with the princess who loved him and could give him the peaceful life he craved! Not every damn bi man has to end up with the guy Lambert!”
Eskel and Lambert continued their Screaming match. Vesemir appear to be regretting his every life decision. Ciri popped in the earplugs and continued reading her book. Geralt stared into his ale, frozen.
“What happens to the squire Lambert?” Geralt asked his drink quietly.
“THATS THE WORST PART. HE SMILES AND SENDS THEM OFF. LIKE HE ALWAYS KNEW IT WOULD HAPPEN AND WAS HAPPY FOR THEM. AND YOU CAN JUST TELL HOW HEARTBROKEN THE MOTHERFUCKER IS AND WERE SUPPOSED TO BE HAPPY WITH THAT.”
“This is why we told you not to bring gay novels Lambert. You always get upset with how they end.”
“It’s not Fucking fair.”
Geralt’s chair screeches against the stone as he stands up - an oddity since they all Hate that noise and actively avoid making it.
“Where are you going?” Eskel questioned as he stroad to the door.
“I need to talk to Jaskier.“
"And how do you intend to do that? Gonna ride down the mountain in a Fucking blizzard Geralt?”
# If you’re wondering how the Jaskier/geralt reunion actually goes its like # Geralt finds Jaskier Jaskier He says the name holding far to much in it # Jaskier: *Pained and happy smile* Geralt # *Hugs* # If you think i’m going to let you get away with that shit # i know you won’t # I’m going to hold it against you for the next decade # ….. # Of course i forgive you you ass don’t do it again # the squires tale had a terrible ending # Everyone’s a critic # Lambert wrote a better one # want to hear it? # …. sure. # I love you said the knight to the squire # Jaskier: I love you said the squire to the knight # Geralt: And they lived happily ever after # Did they? # Let’s find out Jaskier. Let’s find out.
Imagine once after Thorin has recovered from his injuries, Balin approaches Bilbo solemly to ask if he could sign the appropriate paperwork now that they finally have some time, and he and Thorin seemed to have worked everything out, presenting him with the marriage contract. Bilbo just stares, going completely white before storming off to the sick bay, kicking the door open and yelling, "Thorin Oakenshield, did you marry me without bothering to tell me?!"
New fic. i had a dream wheere Bilbo and Thorin were stuck on a ship with xenomorphs and here we are, enjoy <3
Ao3 Link
Summary: Thorin hadn't liked the look of this job when his hobbit had agreed to join Smaug’s lab, and by Mahal, does he hate being right.
Escaping with his and Bilbo’s lives is going to take all of his Ereborian upbringing as he refuses to let the implanted xenomorph take his husband from him.
Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Xenomorphs, Body Horror, Brief discussion of medical procedures, Blood and Gore, Established Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Married Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, They are so in love, Science Fiction, Bilbo Baggins Whump, BAMF Thorin Oakenshield, off-screen unnamed character death, HEA
And as always, an excerpt:
Thorin stepped back, away from the monster that was now oozing its acidic blood over the durasteel floors, and backed up until he felt Bilbo move to his side slowly.
“We have to go before more arrive,” was all Thorin said as he carefully led Bilbo around the creature, careful his hobbit and his bare feet never made it anywhere close to the blood that would burn him with the smallest drop.
“Can’t be good for the space station,” Bilbo said with a wry smile as he looked at the slowly forming hole the xenomorphs’ blood was creating in the floor. It was forced, as was the fake lightheartedness Bilbo was trying to project, but Thorin appreciated it nonetheless. Bilbo was being sassy, and he was still here with Thorin; he would always be here with Thorin if Thorin had any say in the matter.
“It doesn’t really matter. I’m going to blow it up anyway,” Thorin said with a half-shrug as he continued to pull Bilbo along with him.
“Hmmm?”
“It’s why it took me so long to get to you. I blew two of the bastards out of the airlock, and then I rigged the entire space station to blow. I just need to get to the hyperdrive to detonate it all. No one else is alive but us, Bilbo. Smaug, Azog and Bolg bailed as soon as the first siren went off. A few others escaped quickly, but the rest are either incubating more of these monsters or being used as food for them. I checked all the radars and the cameras. The only ones left alive were in the room with you, and I couldn’t save all of them. It was you or them,” Thorin admitted shamefacedly.
It wasn’t that he was ashamed of saving Bilbo and only Bilbo, even if he hadn’t actually saved him yet. It was that he could possibly have saved someone else, but to do so meant that Bilbo might die whilst he tried to do so, and that was not an option as far as Thorin was concerned.
So RL was a buggerand this is very late for @flashfictionfridayofficial but it is here nonetheless!
FFF #364 - Say My Name
Pairing -Bilbo/Thorin
Warnings - N/A
Words - 1,002
A03 link here
Summary -
Bilbo's husband has been ensnared by tainted gold and has not once said his husband's name since they stepped into Erebor.
Bilbo will not let the malice of a now-dead dragon steal his dwarf from him. But first, he has to get Thorin to say his name.
Bilbo had had enough!
He had had enough of watching the dwarf he loved wander around Erebor’s throne room, acting as though everyone was a threat.Acting as though his friends and family, his own nephews, were a threat to the meaningless and insidious treasure that surrounded them.
He had had enough of looking into those usually bright blue eyes that he had adored and seeing them with a sheen of gold and madness covering them. He had had enough, and he wanted his husband back, and by Yavanna, he was going to get him back if it was the last thing he did.
With that thought, he marched up to Thorin, who was wandering around, eyes glued to the ground, muttering to himself.
“Thorin?” Thorin didn’t turn, didn’t look up, didn’t even acknowledge that Bilbo had spoken, which had Bilbo gritting his teeth in annoyance.
“THORIN!” Bilbo roared, aware that every head in the treasury turned to him, including Thorin’s.
“Amralime,” Thorin said with a smile on his face, a smile that made Bilbo sick to his stomach as it was full of possessiveness and coveting, not the smile of the dwarf who married him in Lake Town not even a month ago.
Bilbo ignored Thorin, staring straight past him as Thorin continued to heap pet names upon Bilbo.
“Amralime, treasure of all treasure, why did you call for me if not to answer?” Thorin asked, irritation now clouding his voice as he fought to not only look at Bilbo, who still hadn’t said a word since calling Thorin’s name, but also at the gold surrounding them.
“Say my name,” Bilbo hissed out as Thorin was able to wrench his gaze from the gold again.
“What? Amralime?”
“I said, say my name! I am not a possession. My name is not Amralime. I am not a jewelled flower or he with the golden hair. SAY MY NAME, THORIN! Bilbo roared, marching up to Thorin to glare up at the twistedly handsome face before him.
Bilbo then threw a hand behind him to where Fili and Kili had stopped, mouths open in surprise at the scene before them. “Say their names. Fili and Kili, the boys you are doing this for. The boys who rode on your shoulders when they were small. The boys who you helped raise!Say Dwalin’s name, your best friend and most loyal guard. Say Balin’s name, your trustee advisor. Oin and Gloin, distant cousins whose son and nephew calls you uncle. What about Nori and Dori and Ori, bastards of your line with the heart and courage of any Durin? And Bifur and Bofur and Bombur. Poor dwarves who follow you, Thorin Oakenshield to a better tomorrow. To a better future for themselves and their family. Say our names, Thorin. As though you love us. As though you are the one you were before we stepped foot in this rotting heap of treasure. Say our names and know that whatever madness is going on inside your mind is not real. We are here; we love you, but not like this,” Bilbo shouted up at his beloved, enraged to see the anger flickering in his eyes.
What right did Thorin have to be angry? He was here, home, with some of his most loved ones with him; Bilbo was with him, and yet he was allowing himself to be lost in a haze of greed.
Bilbo was incensed as Thorin just stood there blinking before him. He let out a snarl before he bent and picked up a handful of the gold coins they were standing on. “These, these are worthless!” He shouted as he threw them at Thorin, who twisted out of the way of the gold heading straight towards his face. “The dragon is dead, and yet we are losing you anyway. Can’t you just … just say our names, Thorin, remember who we are, remember who you are,” Bilbo finally sobbed out as his shoulders shook and the pain he had been suppressing flooded through him, causing tears to fall down his face and splash onto the gold he despised so much.
“Just say my name, remember who I am,” he almost howled out with anguish.
The treasury was silent apart from Bilbo’s anguished cries. No one said a thing. No one moved as they watched the hobbit as he fell apart before their eyes.
Bilbo fought to regain his composure, but each time he thought he had, the remembrance of having failed hit him once again, leaving him in a deeper spiral of agony. He forced himself to stop sobbing, squared his shoulders and turned away from his husband, his heart breaking all over again.
Bilbo wasn’t sure how many steps he took when he heard an almighty clang behind him. He turned to look, and there was Thorin, on his knees, his ostentatious crown having been thrown as far away from the dwarf as possible.
As soon as Bilbo’s eyes caught Thorin’s, he felt his breath catch.
“Bilbo, Bilbo Baggins, my One. My husband. I know your name, Bilbo. I know your face,” Thorin whispered as he looked up at Bilbo, who had moved closer to Thorin without realising.
“I know you all, but you, I know with my very soul. I am so sorry, Bilbo,” Thorin choked out.
“Thorin,” Bilbo cried as he took the last few steps and allowed himself to fall into Thorin’s arms, staring into his once more bright blue eyes as he did so.
“My Thorin,” he whispered to himself over and over again.
“My Bilbo, my hobbit,” Thorin responded even as he grasped Bilbo tightly and pulled him further into his arms.
Bilbo knew this probably wouldn’t be the end of it all, but right now it didn’t matter because his Thorin was back with him, saying his name for the first time since the dragon. His Thorin was back with him, and Bilbo refused to allow him to slip away from him once more, no matter what.
Y'all this is a piece of history right here. Every single time you see a reference to a "shovel talk" in fic, defined here as "someone threatening harm to a potential romantic partner of a friend/loved one," it's referencing this scene. This scene specifically. Everywhere else that is not fannish internet, that interaction is referred to a "shotgun talk," referencing the father threatening a daughter's boyfriend with a shotgun. This scene gave a lot of people a chance to reframe that interaction in terms of a protective friend rather than a possessive father, which for a lot of obvious reasons resonated with people a whole fucking lot, and it immediately spread like wildfire into fannish and then general internet lexicon. I've seen people try and backronym it into an extension of the shotgun talk, as in, "I've got a shotgun and a shovel to bury you with," but I've asked a lot of rednecks from a lot of different necks of the woods and no one has ever encountered that variant in brickspace life. It's all Buffy, babey. This shit is linguistic history in the making.
