#Fem! bilbo baggins

[unemployed-rat]

Here is my version of Fem!Bilbo Baggins :D

[rutobuka2]

a little café meeting AU never hurt anybody, right?

Thorin seems pretty stressed out tho...

[shurikthereject]

GOD BLESS YOU. YOUR DRAWINGS ARE AMAZING, THEY MAKE ME GONNA RAFAFDRAFAFGASAARFAFDAR *struggling*

request: consider drawing fem bagginshield, please!! will be perfect

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! Ive been wanting to draw fem bagginshield for so long now and i think your request gave me a push to finally make a sketchbook spread. Thank you for the request!

[awkwardgirlfriends]

This was inspired by a funny Discord conversation 🤭 I can't stop myself from drawing lesbians it's written in my contract 🤷‍♀️

In the genderswap AU Bilbo's (Bella/Bilba/whatever you prefer) sass and wit would get her into trouble, and she'll be more likely to get injured/someone in the company injured (and thats how she'll learn to not always say what's on her mind) BUT her personality would charm Thorin and the company faster!

[scarstiletto]

OLD WOMAN YURI LETS GO LESBOOOOS

[mrkida-art]

Fem!Bagginshield

[elrondsimp]

Bilbo x Wife! Reader

“Never ending pick up lines”

The dwarves were gathered in the kitchen, watching as Y/N expertly cooked up a storm. As they chatted and joked around, one of them ��� it may have been Bofur – suggested they try out some pick-up lines on her.

"Hey, Y/N," Kili said, grinning mischievously. "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

Y/N rolled her eyes with a laugh. "Oh, is that your best shot?" she teased.

Bofur chimed in. “They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Looks like I’ll never take mine off you.”

Y/N laughed again, shaking her head. "Keep trying, boys."

Bilbo looked on in amusement, but as the teasing continued, he began to feel a little left out. He turned to Y/N with a sly grin. "Hello, my lady," he said, approaching her from behind hugging her waist. "Are you a thief? Because you stole my heart."

Y/N turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she put her arms around him. "Oh, is that so?" she said, a hint of challenge in her tone.

Bilbo nodded, feeling his heart racing in his chest. "Yes, it is and I'd like to steal a kiss from you, too. As compensation."

Before he could react, Y/N leaned in and planted a soft, lingering kiss on his lips. The dwarves whooped and hollered, cheering the couple on.

As they pulled away, Bilbo was left feeling a little flustered but undeniably pleased with himself. "Well, I guess I've still got it," he said with a grin.

Y/N chuckled. "You never lost it, my love," she said, giving him another quick peck on the cheek. "Now, who's hungry for dinner?"

[greenandsorrow]

MASTERPOST || HELLO MY OLD HEART (ongoing)

Pairing; mainly Thorin Oakenshield x fem!faerie!reader

Warnings; fighting scenes, descriptions of injuries, death & loss, sexual undertones at times, middle earth magic, angst & hurt, mean!reader, selfish!reader, immortal!reader, reader with fem anatomy, a not sugarcoated Thorin, I have read the Silmarillion and you should too

Summary; Thorin & company set out to reclaim the kingdom of Erebor from the claws of the cunning Smaug. On their way out of Hobbiton they come across something peculiar. Faeries in Middle Earth have gone extinct, but you have managed to survive against all odds. Your unique beauty and mischievous but still kind character captures the king's heart. His suspicions towards your magic will soon be replaced with a deep love for the real you. Are you ready to go on an adventure?

Author's note; I love the Hobbit. I have some issues with the movie adaptation but that hasn't stopped me from rewatching it relentlessly. The book is like a blanket of comfort to me and I've been smitten with the fictional character of Thorin for too long 🥹

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THE HOBBIT

An unexpected journey

soon

The desolation of Smaug

Battle of the five armies

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[shadebloopnik]

I was rereading an old Bagginshield fic, An Eye For Quality (arguably my favorite FemBilbo fic, especially with how her gender makes a huge difference with her upbringing), and stumbled on this part.

I remembered how I laughed dead at it back then and I STILL found it hilarious so here's a badly made doodle of it(rushed before i loss inspo to do it lmao)

I know it really isn't that funny but my humor is dead and its HILARIOUS to me so I made it everyone else's problem

(pardon how weird it looks, im horrible at drawing beards and men and dwarves in general no matter how I love them. Also am lazy so :b)

[ragingbookdragon]

“Dearest sister, will you hold my hand?” his voice carried between the two like soft summer rain and she hummed lowly, reaching over to grasp at the wrinkled hand. “Such warmth, dear sister,” he murmured with a tired smile. “Even as old as we are, they are still ever warm like the hearth.”

“I was sitting on them earlier, Bilbo,” she quipped, rubbing at her nose with her handkerchief. “That’s why they’re warm.”

Bilbo’s laugh was quiet, no longer as strong and hearty as it had been in the years prior. The two sat on the bench facing the sea, the warm breeze carrying the scent of flowers the world had never seen but only in Valinor. She gently rubbed her bony thumb over his. “I’m tired, Bilbo,” she simply said, and he didn’t bother to look at her to know exactly what she meant. “I think I’m ready to go to sleep.”

“We haven’t even had second breakfast yet.”

“Yes…but it’s been quite long since we slept.”

Bilbo inhaled quietly and nodded. “It has, hasn’t it?” he looked over, taking in the sight of his only sister, old and whitened. “Do you think they’ll be waiting for us?”

She knew instantly of who he spoke of, so long ago, a company of fine dwarves, one in particular standing out amongst the rest; she felt tears gather in her eyes and she met his gaze as she squeezed his hand and whispered tearfully, “I so wish to see them again. They’ll be waiting, dear brother.”

He nodded his head and turned back to the sea, shifting ever so slightly so he could rest his head against hers. “I can’t wait to see them again.”

Knowing that sleep was coming for them, she squeezed his hand quickly. “Do you think Frodo will be okay while we’re gone?”

“He will,” Bilbo answered knowingly and closed his eyes slowly. “I know our boy will.”

She blinked and laid her head against her brothers, the world before her beginning to darken as she shut her eyes, a soft smile on both their lips as they drifted off.

***

“Don’t put that there!” she shouted. “Mother did not like the chest of drawers on that wall!”

“I know what Mother liked and disliked, sister, you don’t have to yell!” he scowled as he tugged the piece of wooden furniture again. “Besides, perhaps if you helped instead of sitting there drinking tea, we wouldn’t be having this argument.”

“You are the one who decided to rearrange the home, Bilbo,” she retorted, making the same face back at him. She then let out a breath and rose, holding out her hand. “Come, we should go out to the garden and sit awhile.”

“But the furnit—”

“Will be here when it’s time for luncheon.”

Bilbo let himself be dragged into the garden where the two sat on the small bench, beginning to pass a pipe between them. “Lovely day,” he murmured, and she nodded.

“Indeed. A beautiful day. I dare say the golden butterlilies will be in bloom soon. Mother loved making syrup from them. Perhaps I should.”

“Mmm, and warm honey cakes to go with it,” he said and the two laughed.

As she passed the pipe back, she happened to turn and look down the road, squinting in the distance as a head appeared over the hill. Her eyes widened as more heads appeared behind the first and the face became clear. Jaw dropping in shock, she patted blindly beside her to get her brother’s attention. “Bil—Bilbo, the road, look at the road.”

His expression pinched as he leaned over and looked in the same direction; his reaction was much like hers as his eyes widened and he stuttered, “Is that—”

“It is!” she howled with excitement and beat him to the punch as she rose to her feet and hopped the fence, picking up the hem of her dress as she ran down the road to meet the oncoming group. “You’re back!” she yelled, hearing Bilbo coming behind her. “You waited! We knew you would!”

Skidding to a halt about ten feet from the group, she felt her brother stand beside her; all at once she was overcome with emotion as she met his eyes. “You waited for us,” she whispered and the dwarf before them smiled, so widely.

“My Master Burglars,” he greeted, taking note of the tears streaming down both their faces.

“It’s really good to see all of you again,” Bilbo all but managed to not blubber with a watery laugh.

The dwarves behind chuckled and she took a step forward, holding out her hand; he in return did the same and took her hand in his, warmth bleeding into her palm as he smiled softly at her and murmured, “‘Ibinê, I have waited long for you to join me.”

Her smile faltered as tears dripped down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, I’m so, so, so sorr—”

“Shhh,” he said with an expression of calm. “You lived a good life. I would not have wished you any other way.” Brushing his thumb over hers he lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles. “And you know I was with you in spirit every step of the way. Never once did I not know you in your grief, in your sorrow, in your happiness, and love. I witnessed it all, ‘ibinê.”

Her lips trembled and she squeezed his hand, letting herself be pulled into his arms; reaching up she cupped his cheek, brushing a thumb under his eye, a knot welling in her throat as she greeted, “It’s good to see you again, Thorin.”

[shmolgdaweed]

Help me find A fic?

ok so a couple months ago I found a fem!Bilbo fabric though Tumbler and have since lost it. I know it was on fanfic.net and had stuff about the cultural dwarf/hobbit differences between how they treat women and that's what caught my eye. I could swear it had 'heart' in the name. Would love y'all's help!

[cosmic-glow]

Notes: What will Bilbo's reaction be when he discovers that someone has bought his house without him knowing?

Warnings: Bilbo x gn!reader; a little scary with a little plot; soft angst; SFW.

Bag End was a peaceful place to live, the hobbits were friendly and rarely started fights, the grass was green, there was a sparkling lake behind the hill, there were no wolves or dragons around... It was all the peace you needed after so many adventures. All the gold you got throughout your life, you spent to buy that house at the top of the hill, it was a difficult bargain, but it was worth it. The house was beautiful and huge, the coziest den you've ever been in, with round windows that allowed you to see the entire length of Bag End.

The house was perfect, the only problem was that strange things happened. First, your paintings kept falling off the walls, then you started losing things that were right under your nose, they suddenly disappeared and appeared in another place you hadn't left them, but the strangest thing was when started knocking on the door in the middle of the night and whenever you went to see there was no one. You tried to ignore it, coming up with an explanation for everything, hobbits love jokes like this, they must have just been trying to scare you into laughing a little. But the problem was when you started hearing footsteps and voices inside the house when you were sure there was no one there but you.

One afternoon, you were in the living room reading a book when you heard a loud bang coming from the kitchen, as if all the pans had been knocked over at the same time, glasses were being knocked down one at a time, the sound of glass breaking gave you goosebumps, but as soon as you arrived in the room, ready to catch the person who was tormenting your days, you were floored by the vision you saw. There was no one in the kitchen and there wasn't a single cutlery on the floor, all the dishes were stored in the cupboards and drawers as you had left them, was it all a figment of your imagination?

- Who is doing this?! Show up! You don't scare me, I'm not leaving! - you said, turning around and looking everywhere.

- This is not your house! - an enraged voice shouted from behind you.

When you turned around in fright, you found a small hobbit, wavy red hair and an angry face staring into the back of your eyes, how did he get in? Where did he hide? Or how did he pass by without you seeing him? And better: who was he?

- Who are you?

- The real owner of this house, Bilbo Baggins, and I should be asking who you are, intruder!

- I bought this house! I'm not an intruder! Get out of here!

- You get out of here! Now!!

Bilbo screamed and the walls and floor shook, you felt much smaller than the enraged hobbit, the residents of Bag End were usually peaceful, but that man seemed different, something told you that you had no idea what he was capable of.

- Look, there must have been a misunderstanding, I spent all my money to buy this house, and it was completely empty when I entered, I don't know if they lied to me, but if that was the case, they deceived us both.

- Sackville-Baggins, they must have been the ones who did this, those damned gold-thirsty... - he looked away from you and cursed under his breath.

- ... Well... And what do we do now? I have nowhere to go... - you started, afraid of irritating him again.

Bilbo was silent for a while, he shook his nose and walked past you to the living room, still silent, you followed him and when you arrived he was already sitting in an armchair with his back to you. A cloud of smoke beginning to form on the ceiling from the pipe he was smoking, the fireplace crackling in the background. He was fast.

- Bilbo...? - you called and he sighed.

- I don't know, it's not fair for me to kick you out when you were as deceived as I was... - he thought a little more and you waited - Stay, the house is big, we can share - he looked at you and smiled, now looking like a hobbit very different from what you had meet.

- Thank you, Bilbo.

[...]

The days passed and, to your surprise, it was very easy to get along with Baggins, after the anger disappeared, he revealed himself to be very friendly and kind, he committed himself to helping with the tasks and was very attentive, you never imagined you could have such deep conversations feelings with someone you had just met, but with Bilbo it was so easy, it was so comfortable to talk to him, you soon developed a deep affection for him.

- I never wanted to share my peace of living in Bag End with anyone, so I find it very interesting how you ended up becoming an extension of that feeling, and not a division, Y/n - he told you one night, a little before of you sleeping, taking you by surprise.

- You also brought me peace, Bilbo... - you smiled at him and, without thinking too much, kissed his cheek - ... Thank you for everything.

- Good night, Y/n - he said with the happiest smile you've ever seen on his face.

The next day you woke up early, Bilbo was already in the kitchen making coffee, you managed to get close enough in silence to scare him with a hug, he smiled when he saw it was you.

- Good morning, sleepyhead, did you have good dreams? - you confirmed without opening your mouth, still sleepy - I know you're sleepy, but can I ask you a little favor?

- Say...

- We ran out of nut cakes and I don't even have flour in the pantry to make another one, could you buy it at the market? People don't like me and the more I avoid them the better I get - you laughed and stretched.

- Okay, I'll go, but don't start eating breakfast before I get there! - you demanded.

- No way! - he joked.

At the market, you stared at the cakes in the window, unsure of which one to get while the bag of flour weighed under your arm. You didn't like nut cakes, but Bilbo did, so here you were.

- Can I help you? Oh! These were baked this morning, would you like to try a piece to choose? - the baker said.

- Oh no, it's not for me, it's for Bilbo, I don't particularly like walnut cake.

- For whom? - the baker asked with his eyebrows now drawn together.

- Bilbo, Bilbo Baggins, he's still living in the house on the hill - you were confused when the baker turned pale.

- I'm sorry but you must have been confused, as Mr Bilbo Baggins died decades ago.

- What? - now it was you who was confused.

- Yes, that's why the house was for sale, I don't know why Sackville-Baggins didn't keep it, as they always wanted it, but Mr. Baggins passed away and his grandson moved out, so the house was empty.

You left the bakery without saying anything else and without buying any cake. It wasn't possible, surely the baker had gotten confused, you had just spoken to Bilbo, touched him, he was making coffee in your kitchen, you were sharing the same house, how could he be dead? You entered the house, opening the door with force, causing it to slam against the wall announcing that you had arrived, the sound echoing throughout the house.

- Bilbo?!! - you called.

The house was silent, nothing, no one responded. You dropped the bag of flour at the entrance and started looking for the hobbit, the house becoming almost a maze for you. It seemed like every time you called his name it was like you were denying the reality that haunted you, it couldn't be true. When you entered his room, the room you left last, without even bothering to knock on the door first, it seemed like the truth was forcing you to accept it. He was gone. No, he had never even been here with you.

When hot tears came to your eyes, looking at the now emptier room, an item caught your attention, it was a red book on his desk. You picked it up and read the title: "There and Back Again". When you opened it, a small piece of paper that was inside fell out and landed on the bedroom floor, near the trunk. You took it and the tears finally fell when you read what was written.

“You were my best adventure, Y/n.

Love, Bilbo."

It was the only proof you had that everything you had experienced was real and not a lucid dream.

Sorry for any typos;

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[its-still-atlass]

how about a sweet, romantic bagginshield treat? 😊

One sweet, romantic Bagginshield treat coming right up! Thank you @sunnyrosewritesstuff for the ask <3

To Someone From A Warm Climate

Pairing: Fem!Bagginshield

Type of Treat: Sweet, Romantic

Word Count: 522

Thorin woke before Bilbo, as she often did. They were curled in on one another under layers of heavy blankets, hoping to stave off the growing cold of the mountain. Winter had befallen the mountain as quick as a blink, halting all sense of normalcy. Postponed were council meetings, cancelled were diplomatic host duties, and travel plans were now as distant in the future as the first melt of Spring. As she lay there, she absently wondered at the work that would build up over the season. Surely there would be much to do with little time to do it, and soon, the Queen's time would be kept away from the only one who deserved it.

Bilbo shifted in her arms then, sighing a soft sound of discontent; her cold nose burying itself into the burning skin of the dwarf's chest. Thorin had to hold back a sleepy chuckle at the motion. Her love was ever so greedy when it came to warmth; such a Hobbitish desire it was. Of course, she remedied this quickly, weaving a sure hand through the short honey curls she adored so, cradling the smaller woman all the closer. Lazily, she smiled at the instant hum of validation for the action. Hobbits, she had also come to know, were rather predictable.

"Too cold... Th...orin..." Bilbo's muffled whine drifted through the air, half awake. "Blasted... mountain..."

"I know, amrâlimê," Thorin whispered back, sleep deepening her voice. She pressed a quick kiss to the small patch of mussed hair peaking out of their sheets. "The fire's gone out. I'll fix it when it is properly morning. Sleep now."

"You sleep as well... Dream—" A violent yawn interrupted the hobbit's mumbled message. "Dream with me..."

"Yes, yes."

Bilbo turned silent for a moment then, and Thorin wondered how sleep could return so easily to close her eyes and soothe her mind. It almost made her jealous. A restful night, of which she'd grown to appreciate, came with soft touches and gentle reassurances, and the hum of simpler tunes, echoing over the rocks and stones of their shared confines.

"Thorin?" Came the quiet voice once more.

"Yes?"

"When will Spring come again?"

"Soon, my love. Just sleep and it will arrive."

Despite the blankets, and the warmth of another in the bed, the hobbit shivered, and mental notes to source more layers were made. A secret, perhaps, that this simple problem was the greatest one Thorin bore. If pressed, she'd lie and claim Summer her favourite, with the sun kissing peachy skin, freckling faces, and revealing generous curves in the sticky heat. In actuality, it was the dread of night and the bite of cold that was most alluring. In the pillow fort of their wedding bed, Thorin could fall in love a hundred times over. It happened easy, and as natural as the tangle their bodies made.

Thorin paid no mind as the stone bore the brunt of winters worst outside. Instead, she listened to the consort of Erebor sleeping soundly in her arms; her soft, gentle snores a lullaby threatening to close the Queen's half-lidded eyes once more.

[awkwardgirlfriends]

Another funny discord idea 🤣

She just got her hopes up a bit but dont worry she's still falling for her! (THEY ARE IN A HEALTHY RELASHIONSHIP THIS WAS JUST TOO FUNNY NOT TO DRAW!!)

[gkthorin]

Mi preciosa Señorita Bolsón 🌷🌅💛

[mrkida-art]

A dwarrowdam called Thorin and a spinster hobbit known as Miss Baggins

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