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Fifty “I Found You” Prompts

12. I found you… snuggling with my jacket, peacefully asleep

            Carlton breathed a heavy sigh, stepping carefully into the house and shutting the door. He had, more or less, been gone for a full three days. Sure, he had managed to come home a few times - but never for very long, and he had somehow managed to miss the times Thorin was home upon each return, which didn’t serve to make him very happy.

               But the case was closed; the kidnapper had been brought to justice, and - thank God - the children he had abducted were returned home to their families with minimal damage done to their small bodies.

               And he could finally return home to rest for a day or two, depending on whether he took the time off. (He was sure he would bite that bullet; he had been away from Thorin for far too long.)

               The sound of faint breathing caught his attention. Glancing in the direction of the living room, he hesitated before setting his keys down on the table and making his way in the direction of the breathing.

               In the dim glow of the light left on in the corner, he could see Thorin sleeping serenely on the sofa, holding one of his jackets to her chest, face half-hidden against it. 

               An experimental tug showed that he wasn’t going to get his jacket back until she awoke. So instead, he carefully lifted her up into his arms, cradling her (and his jacket) against his chest as he maneouvred his way onto the sofa. Once situated semi-comfortably, he gently lowered Thorin until she was partially against his side and partially resting atop his chest.

               Wrapping his arm around her to make sure she didn’t fall, Carlton exhaled quietly before shutting his eyes.

“Thanks! It’s got a hood with bunny ears!” Bella grinned brightly to her grandmother and namesake, showing off her smile. She had just lost one of her baby teeth last month and the gap was visible. “I had a sleepover birthday party and Daddy bought this for me. It’s my favorite. Isn’t it cool, Grandma?”

“No. Nope!” Cue small hobbit trying to heft taller, dwarf queen. “Absolutely... Not!” 

Seeing as she’s only a small thing, she doesn’t quite get that far, unfortunately. Mostly only a sharp pain in her lower back. Thorin doesn’t even budge, it seems. Well, no matter. She’ll push her! Belda digs her feet into the ground and gives the dwarrodam a hefty budge with all her tiny might! Only-- to have herself slide a few inches into the mulchy ground. No, no, that wouldn’t do! She continues to push valiantly anyway, despite making no progress. 

          Carlton rarely let his guard down completely. Occasionally - usually with Thorin - he would relax enough to be able to enjoy their time together. But there was always the nagging stress, the whispering doubts... even if they were in the back of his mind, they were almost always there. Thoughts of his current cases, memories of the past, worries of things that may never happen.

           He couldn’t remember the last time his guard had fallen completely, leaving him vulnerable; uncaring of whether his weakness was plain for anyone to see.

           Tonight though...

           He had been awake for about 72 hours straight, and the constant stream of caffeine had finally led to a crash. The anxiety and frustration was worse, the vulnerabilities more stark, and his defences completely down.

          So when he had sit down on the sofa with Thorin, he had tried to get back into control; he had tried to hide the weaknesses he always kept buried. But in the end, he couldn’t help but sink down, listlessly manouevring himself until his head rested in her lap. The faint whispering of shame nibbled away at him from somewhere deep inside, but he had no energy to address it and so just lay there.

           He was surprised when Thorin started singing... but it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, it soothed some of his anxiety - just a little. So he didn’t move, remaining still and quiet.

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          Seamus let out a quiet exhale, mildly surprised at the sudden intensity; it hadn’t been alluded to, it had just happened. 

           And he wasn’t at all unhappy about it.

           He let his head sink back against the pillow, looking up at her with an expression that was equal parts amused and teasing. “Do ya now? What…” He tugged experimentally at her grip, though without much real force to it. “… no please?”

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“Oh, thank god.”

Queenie ran-walked to her laptop, sitting lonely on its charger for the past couple days. She’d been using the crappy computers at the library to check her e-mail, but it had been infuriating.