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[atisenia]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

After the Battle of Five Armies, Thorin has resigned himself to never seeing Bilbo again. Almost a year later, his hobbit is back in Erebor, angry and tired, and demanding to stay.

This fic was inspired by Winter's Call by @teaxdragon. It was supposed to be a fun little romp, but Thorin was being Thorin. Hope you enjoy!

[henrysfox]

they say ‘you're a little much for me, you're a liability’ by henrysfox

posted on ao3 | 9.7k | insecure alex | hurt&comfort

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“God, Alex, do you ever shut up?”

The sentiment is followed by a round of laughter. Everyone chuckles, like they’re in on the joke.

It shouldn’t hurt. But it does. It does. Every single time.

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this fic is very special to me. i love alex's insecurities and abandonment issues, they are very important to me.

i finally managed to finish this fic and post it so now i'm going to sleep. 4 hours of shut eye are worth it.

tagging the people who seemed interested in this fic before: @taste-thewaste @lfg1986-2 @tzpscuckchair @eusuntgratie @mylucayathoughts

[henrysfox]

the boy who i love who's now in love with you (cindy lou who)

The snow is falling on Christmas for once, and the trees are glistening, but Henry can’t get out of bed. He’s scared to look at the pictures his phone tells him Alex just posted. Scared that he will see how happy Alex is without him. Terrified that he will see her in the pictures of the Claremont-Diaz festivities. The colorful lights are shining outside Henry’s window and he can’t move his head from his pillow because he hasn’t talked to the love of his life in four months.

read on ao3 | 10.8k | inspired by cindy lou who by sabrina carpenter

she's heeeeeere!! i finally finished my cindy lou who fic, a few days after christmas, but it's the thought that counts lmao

it's pretty angsty, but it has a happy ending, because it's me.

shamelessly tagging the people i know were interested before/asked for snippets:

@mossy-fae @eusuntgratie @taste-thewaste @lfg1986-2 @mylucayathoughts

@onthewaytosomewhere

[atisenia]

Wanted to write something like "Bilbo stood tall before the throne" - you know, in the metaphorical sense - but my brain immediately went, "well, that's a bit of a stretch", and now the whole thing is ruined forever 😅

[atisenia]

tfw you want to write a silly little fic with a silly little premise, but you decide to write it from thorin's pov, so it quickly becomes a complete angst fest xD

[henrysfox]

AGA!!! MASSEUSE ALEX!!!

💆‍♂️💆‍♂️💆‍♂️

PLS I NEED IT HIS HANDS ARE SO STRONG HED BE SO GOOD AT IT (no im not projecting the fact that i need a massage what are you even talking about)

HI GIA!!!!!! let's gooooo

thank you for sending it <3

💆‍♂️masseuse alex/touch starved henry au:

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” Henry hears Alex whisper. His voice is lacking the usual teasing lilt. 

“It’s amazing,” Henry slurs back, his mind turned into mush.

Alex doesn’t try to speak again, he just continues working on Henry’s lower back, his touch way too light to leave Henry sore the next day. Frankly, it seems so gentle that Henry can almost feel himself drift off and forget this absolute monstrosity of a day. If Henry didn’t know any better he would say Alex is being particularly tender today. That’s just his wishful thinking, though.

also gia you def deserve a nice massage!!! <3

[henrysfox]

if ur still doing make me write can i have

🎄cindy lou who firstprince au

plz

yes i'm still doing those <3 thank you so much!!!

🎄cindy lou who firstprince au

There is red and green everywhere, the whole palace decorated for the festivities, and Henry doesn’t want to get out of bed. He doesn’t want to see anyone, he doesn’t want to look at Philip and Martha sitting together with their arms around each other posing for the royal portrait, because they are allowed to be happy and public about it. He doesn’t want to try and make small talk with his mother, who is just going to be looking through him, glancing at the empty chair next to her from time to time. He can’t handle Bea’a knowing, sympathetic glances. And he definitely can’t bear having to look at his grandmother, listening to her going on and on about how it’s time for him to enlist or find a suitable lady to get married to.

The snow is falling at Christmas for once, and the trees are glistening, but Henry can’t get out of bed. He’s scared to look at the pictures his phone tells him Alex just posted. Scared that he will see how happy Alex is without him. Terrified that he will see her in the pictures of the Claremont-Diaz festivities.

The Christmas songs are playing softly somewhere in the palace and Henry can’t move from the bed, even though he feels like puking at the mere thought of Alex kissing Ellie under the mistletoe, all their family and friends cheering as Alex dips her, her long curls bouncing and the red bow in her hair getting crooked as she smiles into the kiss.

The colorful lights are shining outside of Henry’s window and he can’t move his head from his pillow because he hasn’t talked to the love of his life in four months.

He needs to put on his Christmas dinner outfit and let himself be driven to Buckingham, but all he can do is bury himself deeper under his covers that haven’t been changed in weeks because the boy he loves is now in love with someone else and it’s all his own fault for breaking his own heart.

did i make myself cry a little bit while writing this? perhaps

shout out to anybody who gets the references here <3

[henrysfox]

💆‍♂️ a masseuse alex/touch starved henry au

Alex’s hands are now touching his lower back, thumbs working out the knots near his spine, but the rest of his fingers are lightly grazing his sides. That, combined with the sudden realization that Alex’s hands are really huge, has all the blood in Henry’s body suddenly traveling south. God.

Henry tries to think about anything else. Recalls being picked on at school. Tries to go over every conversation about his sexuality he had with his grandmother in his mind. Attempts to remember the time when Phillip insisted on introducing Henry to some of his ‘lovely female friends’. None of it is helping.

Henry is horrified. This is how he dies. Out of sheer mortification at getting painfully hard while getting a massage from a professional who did not sign up for this.

To make matters even worse, he hears Alex say “Okay Henry, I’m going to work on your injured shoulder now. Please turn around and lie down on your back.”

“I’d rather not,” he tries to keep his tone as even as possible, but it comes out squeaky anyway.

thank u!! <3