when the slowburn is slowburning and you reach the "oh. oh" moment:

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when the slowburn is slowburning and you reach the "oh. oh" moment:
Iron Hills merchants in the realm! And so is the next fic, "Stolen moments", in the "Apothecary and the Knight" series, done by amazing @shipper47 !! Thank you so much for joining this au!!! Get ready for younger sibling shenanigans! And one very frustrated hobbit! Ooof it was a wile, because this illustration took over 30h to make (winter wasn't kind this year tooXD) please enjoy and give Morgan some love<3
just found this on pinterest and IMMEDIATELY had to share
It's my time to write a fic about Thorin, a migrant, with my experience of migration. And of course, with the note "English is not the author's first language."
☆ a collection of bagginshield fanfics to get you in your mushy feels! ☆
a curated catalogue with some of my fav domestic, fluff, rom com and old bickering husbands short fics/oneshots!
☆ main tags: domestic, reshirement, soft thorin oakenshield, sassy bilbo baggings, some instances of frodo being a cutie patootie and a lot of cultural/courting rituals mishaps!
if you got any recs, pls share them in the comments!
enjoy!!
Fic inspired by this gorgeous art by @mo0nbugs of Bilbo in metal lingerie
Bilbo tilted his hips in satisfaction, knowing how the candlelight reflected on the gold pieces in an almost enchanting way. “Well?” he said encouragingly when Thorin still hadn’t moved. “Are you going to come and have a closer look, husband?” Unfortunately, that was not the smartest thing to say. Bilbo’s words certainly did pull Thorin out of his stunned silence, but instead of closing the door and taking his time to actually walk over, he all but scrambled forward, hurrying to the bed without any regard for where his feet landed. As a result, his cane got caught on the leg of a chair, causing Thorin to lose balance and trip over his foot. Bilbo noticed with some satisfaction that his husband’s eyes never actually left his body, not until his head made contact with the solid wood of their bed frame. There was a loud thunk, and he watched in horror as Thorin keeled over like a fallen tree and stayed still on the floor. “Oh dear,” he said, climbing quickly off the bed and hurrying over to inspect the damage.
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Also thank you @thetiffanylampklausbroke for the inspiration 💜
bagginshield letters
(AKA Bilbo's first letter to Thorin following their quest to the Mountain, beginning a long year of back-and-forth pen-palling between Erebor and Hobbiton) (from a Bagginshield post-quest pen pal fic I'm writing)
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Thorin, and Company :
Made it home safely — though not without some bothers along the road — namely a certain Grey wizard we know. (Please do not tell Gandalf I said this about him. Would rather not be turned into a toad. Thank you.)
It is spring here. The weather is quite pleasant. I think you would enjoy it, should you ever find yourself at my doorstep by happenstance. I recall you expressing an interest in flower languages, and I would hate for you to mistake tansy as an appropriate well-wishing gift again. Luckily we Hobbits are experts in all things of the earth, and I would be more than happy to impart my knowledge on a willing student. (That student being you. Not sure if I made that clear.)
If it is not happenstance that brings you to the Shire, I hope my company would be temptation enough and that you would make it here anyhow.
You are welcome at any time. The kettle goes on at four.
: Bilbo Baggins
P.S. If you ever do decide to stop by, I would be more than happy to accept a bag of those roasted nuts from Dale as payment for lodging.
P.P.S. That was a joke. I would, of course, house you for no cost. But do still bring the nuts, please.
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A sobering night watch, drawn for @c1nnast1x' Tales of Erebor
Pencil version under the cut