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It’s raining, you open your umbrella and beckon him under it to stop his beautiful hair from getting wet. As soon as your bodies are close together, the tension and warmth builds. You both blush, Thorin rubs his neck and you let your glance fall to your feet.

Thorin lifts your chin gently and smiles. He swallows hard, finding some strength. “Thank you,” he says softly. “I hope it rains more often. Your contraption comes very much in handy.”

You giggle, which Thorin finds even more endearing. He can’t help himself and moves in, kissing you so softly at first. But soon you are reacting and kissing back. You want to put your arms around him, touch him. And before you know it, your umbrella has dropped to the ground and begun to blow away.

Rain in pouring on you both, soaking through your clothing, but you don’t care. Your kiss ends and you look at Thorin; your index finger traces a curved line over his top lip. He smiles, so content in the powerful deluge.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Warnings: swearing and implied sex.

Summary: Sherlock asks reader to help him with an experiment involving how many orgasms the average female can take

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound

Word Count: 273

A/N: again, @pandaqueen7799 has tortured me with another scenario so I’m going to blame this inspiration on her. This fic doesn’t go into too much detail about the sex, but the fic begins the morning after. *gif not mine*

Prompts: “You started this horseshit, you don’t get to walk away from it.” and  “Watch me.”

Holy shit.

I woke up to a numbing sensation between your legs, hot flashes and images blurring my mind as I almost rolled onto the floor. Sturdy arms reached out, pulling me next to a warm lean chest. I grinned despite the splitting headache.

“I’m going to bet your legs are numb and you passed out over four times,” Sherlock chuckled, his breath hot in my ear. 

“I lost the bet, didn’t I?”

“It was an experiment you agreed to.”

I groaned in exasperation, turning to face him, “You’re the one who started this horseshit. You don’t get to walk away from it.”

What I'm most looking forward to writing in my current project,

Weeeeellll I'm looking most forward into writing a particular scene in my fili x gender neutral post person

The scene is the one where fili is waiting by the entrance of erebor for you to arrive (he really wants to be the first to see you even tho he ain't expecting mail or packages heuheuheu) and kili sees him and starts teasing him about his crush on the reader and will tries so hard to deny it and suddenly reader arrives and goes like ”whats so funny that kili can't keep himself together?” cue fili stuttering and being the flustered dork that he is

My most proud sentence that I've written so far got to be

Dwarfzilla was coming...

I am so proud of thinking this up like I'm bad at thinking of something funny at the drop of a pin but this this just came into my head and I was like yesss

What character do I have the most fun writing,

Until now, I have the most fun with kili and bofur and I have no idea why (I really should make an bofur x reader)

Both. Just both, sometimes titles are easier because plop there they are, sometimes it's summary but both are very hard for me

Sugarly comfort was supposed to be a Leo x reader

Where the beginning with the sensory overload would still be the same but instead of money being in a tree and messaging the reader, the reader heart them jumping to the next building, she follows them and wants to hold a movie night (when movie night that went wrong was mentioned it was a little easter egg to my original idea)

What part of writing is the most fun for me?

It's when I'm in the zone and my fingers move all on its own creating a master piece without thinking about it, I love it, it feels like I'm doing the right thing that everything in me that makes me me has clicked into place.

Omg I almost choked on my chocolate reading this list…! Though I did say I was bored. THANK YOU! <3 Let’s just pick Enya, because Brea has yet to make an entrance on Tumblr. Are you ready?!

What is a noticeable physical attribute of your OC?

I’d say initially her blue eyes, but further along the story she gets marked by lightning and it leaves a Lichtenberg figure on her lower right arm. Go look it up, it’s quite epic!  

 What does your OC normally wear? What would your OC wear on a special night?

Enya loves corsets and breeches with a tight fit, so she would definitely wear that (probably with a tunic under that corset, because…). At court Thorin would want her to wear dresses (as is custom), but on special nights En will definitely wear a rather risky dress… You know, just to shock and amaze the king. The mere thought will entertain her for days... ;D

 What does your OC keep in a special drawer?

Probably some lingerie she took with her from earth. She’s especially fond of her Victoria’s Secret panties and can’t have her One shred them to pieces all the time, thank you very much.

 What is your OC’s imagination like?

She is naughty as fuck! Do I really need to say more about that?

 Who are the people your OC dislikes/hates?

Simply put: all females who dare to even look at Thorin, but Dolvira and Elmilynn are honorable mentions. Of course she hates Azog and his minions as well. Furthermore I don’t think she likes Thranduil that much…

 What are some things your OC admires about his/her soulmate?

Oh… she admires the fact that Thorin has stayed so humble and kind, even after reclaiming his homeland and the vast wealth that came with it. She loves him for his perseverance, his faith. His honor- to always do the right thing… Okay sorry I’m gonna stop her there. She can go on and on…

 What is your OC’s dream job and/or current profession?

I have thought about Enya’s profession before she came to middle earth, but I’m still not sure what she’d love to do. I think at the start of her story, she wasn’t sure what to do with her life and was just working someplace to pay her bills. Like at a bar or something. I can totally see her get hammered with some co-workers after a shift.

 How does your OC react to and handle stress?

That depends on the situation, but generally she probably first ignores the stressor before acting like a grown dwarrowdam and owning it.

 How does your OC handle anger?

Not that well… she will probably shoot some deathly fire bolts (accompanied by vicious curse words) your way if you are stupid enough to ever anger her.

 How does your OC handle grief?

We will see that in the next chapters, but I think Enya doesn’t like to show strangers she’s vulnerable. She will sometimes ignore her grief and just work harder instead in an attempt to forget it, or to somehow make it right again. She is prone to cry when she’s finally on her own.

 What kind of sense of humor does your OC have?

This girl is hella naughty. She learned the best (or worst) from her favorite nephews, which means her jokes can be incredibly lame. Especially when you give her too much ale to enjoy. ;D

 What secrets does your OC have?

Enya doesn’t do secrets. Perhaps there is one, but I can’t tell you about that before I’ve concluded the story…

 What are some of your OC’s strengths?

She’s badass. A kind, loving, generous and cheeky fire-witch that I love so much.

 What are some of your OC’s weaknesses?

She can be so insecure! Also, her short temper and stubbornness is exhausting sometimes, as are her constant dirty remarks.

 What is your OC’s favorite form of entertainment?

Oh snap!!!

Pairing: John Mitchell x Reader

Characters: John Mitchell

Warnings: N/A

Request: @deepestfirefun Trust Me- The Devil’s Carnival

Word Count: 443

Author: Charlotte

Right my darlings @theincaprincess here  I heard this song and fell in love with it right away, while my mind screamed at me to get this into a fic, I wrote it out and sent it to @deepestfirefun as it was missing something, she has filled in the missing parts so we hope you enjoy this one.

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Listen to the song here 

Lyrics in bold and italics

Word Count 1088

Pairing: Thorin x Bilbo ( Bagginshield )

Warning: grief, feels

Masterlist 

"Listen, everyone, The time will come when all of us say goodbye, Feel that aching in your heart, Leaving you broken inside, But we're never really gone, As long as there's a memory in your mind"

Staring blankly down at Thorin as the dwarf Bilbo had learned to love, Bilbo felt like his heart had just shattered into a million pieces, his throat was getting tighter and it felt he couldn´t breathe anymore as he was forced to watch how the light drained from Thorin's bright, bluest eyes Bilbo had ever laid his eyes on, looking at his chest it no longer rose as the last breath left his lifeless body, Thorin´s strong heart didn´t beat anymore. The king under the mountain was dead, but Bilbo refused to let go of his hand, even after Gandalf came up to him and told to let go, it took Dwalin to physically pull the hobbit away as the halfling was almost screaming while the tears were streaming from his cheeks. Bilbo didn´t want to leave his companion, his friend….his love behind.

"So now go do the best things in life, Take a bite of this world while you can, Make the most of the rest of your life, Make a ride of this world while you can"

Standing next to Gandalf during Thorin's funeral Bilbo cried and cried, walking around them Bilbo stopped at Thorin´s side and lifting his hand stroked Thorin's hair and whispered loving words into his ear, knowing that he would never hear them, and never again Bilbo would hear Thorin's voice soothing his nerves lulling him to sleep at nights. Leaving Erebor with Gandalf to return to the Shire was the hardest thing he had ever done in his life and  Bilbo was quiet, he was too lost in his own grief, and things didn't get any better when he got back home, with the auction of his things at Bag End leaving him utterly shocked.

"Take the ones you love, And hold them close because there is little time, And don't let it break your heart, I know it feels hopeless sometimes, But they're never really gone, As long as there's a memory in your mind"

Every room of Bag End made him remember Thorin, no matter where he looked, the chair, the fireplace, the hallway…Thorin´s smiling image kept appearing in front of him making Bilbo wanting to yell his ache for the dwarf king out loud. Taking out the second oak tree seed he picked up in Beorn's garden from his jacket pocket, Bilbo went into his garden and planted it to be a reminder that he did indeed make it home, but lost a lot more. For a long time he just sat there staring ahead while the gentle wind caressed his curly hair, it was almost as if Thorin was trying to comfort him and finally, Bilbo broke down crying his loss at his garden as the sun slowly started to set coloring the sky bright red.

"So now go do the best things in life, Take a bite of this world while you can, Make the most of the rest of your life, Make a ride of this world while you can"

*60 years later*

Watching Frodo and Sam getting Bag End ready for his upcoming birthday party, Bilbo passed his writing table where he had hung the map of the lonely mountain, feeling all the heartbreak and memories came flooding back to him as his eyes wandered over the paper, he picked up a red notebook and placed it on the table and began to write the events of his heartbreaking tale down time to time glancing up trying to find the right words.

"And hold on to memories, Hold on to every moment, To keep them alive, The world's greatest tragedy, Souls who are not remembered, Cannot survive"

Every day Bilbo would write, and the memories started to come back, some made him laugh and some made him cry, the worst was the nights being alone in his bed, thinking about Thorin and how happy they could have been. Tossing and turning in his bed Bilbo would finally give up trying to get some sleep and went outside smoking his pipe and letting his mind go back to Erebor and to that time when everything was still fine before they reached the Lonely Mountain before and everything started to go wrong.

"So now go do the best things in life, Bring the fight to this world while you can, Make the most of the rest of your life, Shine your light on this world while you can"

Watching many of the hobbits getting married and having children Bilbo started to lock himself away as he felt the sting of envy in his heart but still, he had his nephew Frodo to look after, but the happiness of others started to make him very sad and little grumpy, grief was worming its way back to his heart and sending Frodo to collect something for him, Bilbo picked up his pipe and tobacco and went outside.

"And hold on to memories, Hold on to every moment, To keep them alive, The world's greatest tragedy, Souls who are not remembered, Cannot survive"

Sitting in his garden under the oak tree, Bilbo lit his pipe and looked up at the clouds, making patterns with them, one of the lonely mountain, one of Smaug, one of Thorin, feeling a tear slide down his face. He had hoped that in time, the longing and the grief would have eased some but it had done just the opposite and Bilbo sometimes had a hard time to cope.

"Aye laddie, his loss still hurts me" jumping at the voice Bilbo turned to see Balin standing there with Gandalf both had sad smiles on their faces. Standing up Bilbo wiped his eyes and opened the gate welcoming his old friends back to his home.

"Where are my manners? Come in you two would you like a cup of tea?" Getting nods from the old Dwarf and wizard, closing the gate Bilbo pointed for them to enter Bag End as he followed silently behind locking the sorrow in his heart not letting it show too much but it would stay there until he would see Thorin again.