#bagginshield fanfic

[bagginshieldfamily]

Okay but the fix it writers when it’s been three, no, nearly four year after Bilbo left the lonely mountain. He saw them die. Thorin and his nephews. He knew he couldn’t stay to watch them mourn. He felt to responsible for having been knocked out earlier and now being the sole reason the line of Durin has fallen. But then those four years later, Bilbo is doing his merry finest to act like nothing had happened to crush his soul. To act like a regular hobbit around the others. He gardens and bakes and hell, he’s has a little fauntling toddling about the hobbit hole. He had a family. A boy. And then that early morning knock at breakfast. A very much alive and desperate looking King Under the Moutian and his trusted company. All alive and accounted for at his round home door. There was a lot of misunderstanding later and explaining that was gonna need done from both sides, especially with a certain tiny dwobbit playing on the ground.

[edwardallenpoe]

another bagginshield story idea because the writers block is still kicking my ass but I need to write it down.

What if Bilbo lies about his and Thorin's relationship and tells whoever asks that they're partners. HERE ME OUT! I know this sounds shitty BUT

What if he does it so that people can leave him alone. Or to get discounts/tax benefits (however taxes work in Middle Earth/The Shire). What if he uses his Scary Boyfriend Privileges. What if people already assumed they were together and he was too exchausted with Everything to correct anybody and at some point after wearing the mithril armor everyday and having braids Thorin put in and doing traditionay hobbity and Dwarvish courting customs he's says "fuck it we practically are at this point" lmao. Like they share food and spar together and both of them have continually refused marriage proposals and Bilbo's like "well if he doesn't know we're married then sucks to be him" about Thorin.

WAIT BETTER IDEA HIT WHILE I WAS WRITING THIS

BOTH of these cringefail losers lie. :00 Imagine: after months of living in Erebor and doing traditionally Dwarvish courting customs and Bilbo keeps being badgered about it he lies and tells people he's courting Thorin. And also uses this as a way to keep potential suitors from marrying Thorin. He's intercepting letters from suitors and being like "oh whoops sorry news must travel slow to Ered Luin but Thorin is already engaged:(( yep I know. Welp. Good day."

Then. For some reason both he and Thorin travel back to The Shire right. They're staying there for a month or two. rumors obviously start about why and where Bilbo had left. And while they're there they do traditionally hobbity courting customs and so nosy cousin's and neighbirs start badgering Thorin about their relationship and their adventure and Thorin's just like "yeah we got married back in Erebor. Yep right after he slayed a dragon. Yeah he was too cool to not marry. Yep."

And so someone like random like Drogo Gamgee or smt mentions what Thorin's been talking about to Bilbo and a dwarf from Ered Luin sends Thorin a raven and they both find out what the other was saying behind each other's backs and make out so hard Mordor explodes. Or something.

Idk it is like. 5:30 am rn. I had maybe an hour of sleep before I woke up in a cold sweat to write this down and read @/conkers-thecosy fanfics. You're welcome.

Edit: chapter one of Dragonfly is now here :>

[sonics-atelier]

Shelter in the Storm

For @bagginshieldweek24 Day 7 : Sky / Storms

Summary : It's raining in Erebor, Thorin and Bilbo reminisce about their past and how far they've come, fluff.

a/n : ahh I'm so sad that bagginshield week is over :( but never to fret I have a big project planned and am working on it, till then, hope you enjoy this <3

In the heart of Erebor, the grand halls of the Lonely Mountain were quiet as a storm gathered strength outside. Dark clouds loomed overhead, and the distant rumble of thunder echoed through the stone corridors. Bilbo Baggins, now a cherished resident of Erebor, watched the approaching storm with a mix of awe and trepidation from one of the high balconies.

Thorin Oakenshield found Bilbo there, his silhouette framed against the turbulent sky. "A storm is coming," Thorin said, his voice calm and steady, as he joined Bilbo on the balcony.

Bilbo nodded, his eyes fixed on the dark horizon. "I’ve always found storms to be quite mesmerizing. The power and beauty of them, all at once."

Thorin glanced at Bilbo, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Aye, they are a force to be reckoned with. Much like you, my dear hobbit."

Bilbo chuckled, his tension easing slightly. "I suppose there’s a certain poetry to it, isn’t there? The calm before the storm, the chaos, and then the peace that follows."

As the first drops of rain began to fall, Thorin wrapped an arm around Bilbo, pulling him close. "Do you remember the storm we encountered on our journey to the Lonely Mountain?" he asked, his voice gentle.

Bilbo nodded, leaning into Thorin’s warmth. "How could I forget? We were soaked to the bone, but we found shelter together. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once."

Thorin’s eyes softened as he gazed down at Bilbo. "That storm brought us closer. It taught us to rely on each other, to trust and to care."

Bilbo's thoughts drifted back to that fateful night on their journey. The rain had come down in torrents, cold and relentless. They had been miles from any proper shelter, and despite his thick cloak, Bilbo had been shivering uncontrollably. He had tried to appear strong, refusing any offers of help from the dwarves, determined not to be seen as a burden.

"Bilbo," Thorin had said, noticing the hobbit's stubbornness, "you’re freezing."

"I’m fine," Bilbo had insisted through chattering teeth, attempting to put on a brave front. "Just a bit of rain, nothing of consequence."

Thorin had not been convinced. Without another word, he had removed his own cloak, a thick, warm garment, and wrapped it around Bilbo's trembling shoulders. Then, pulling Bilbo close, Thorin had enveloped him in a strong embrace, sharing his body heat.

"You’re too proud for your own good, Master Baggins," Thorin had murmured, holding him tightly. "But I won't let you freeze."

Bilbo had finally relented, resting against Thorin's broad chest, feeling the comforting warmth seep into his bones. It was a moment of vulnerability, but also of deep connection.

Back on the balcony, Thorin smiled at the memory. "You were so stubborn," he teased gently. "Refusing any help until you were half-frozen."

Bilbo laughed, a blush creeping up his cheeks. "I suppose I was a bit foolish. But you saved me from my own pride that night."

Thorin's eyes twinkled with amusement and affection. "And now look at us. We’ve faced many storms together, both literal and figurative."

The rain intensified, falling in sheets and drumming against the stone balcony. Thunder rolled, and lightning split the sky, illuminating the world in stark flashes. Yet, standing together, Thorin and Bilbo felt a sense of peace amidst the chaos.

Bilbo looked up at Thorin, his eyes bright with emotion. "You’ve always been my shelter, Thorin. Through every storm, literal or otherwise."

Thorin’s heart swelled with affection. He cupped Bilbo’s face in his hands, his thumb gently brushing Bilbo’s cheek. "And you, My Love, have been my guiding star. When the world seems dark and uncertain, you are the light that keeps me going."

The storm raged on, but in that moment, they were lost in each other. Thorin leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to Bilbo’s lips. It was a kiss filled with all the love and gratitude he felt, a promise of protection and devotion.

When they finally pulled apart, Bilbo’s eyes were shining with unshed tears. "You’re my everything, Thorin."

"And you are mine," Thorin replied, his voice thick with emotion.

They stood together, watching the storm, feeling its power and beauty. The winds howled and the rain poured, but they were unafraid. They had weathered many storms together, and they knew they could face any future tempests as long as they had each other.

As the storm began to subside, a calm settled over the Lonely Mountain. The rain softened to a gentle patter, and the sky began to clear, revealing a tapestry of stars. Thorin and Bilbo remained on the balcony, wrapped in each other’s embrace, content and secure in their love.

They were each other’s haven, their constant in a world of uncertainties. And as long as they stood together, they knew they could face any storm that life might bring.

- @sonics-atelier 2024 , do not repost or reuse in any way , shape or form.

[hermoonself]

is there any fic that thorin actually throws bilbo from the ramparts and kills him? yes I'm looking for my own death and figured I could start there

[thoroq]

12) Concubine. Bilbo has been working his bum off for a year helping manage Erebor's reconstruction efforts, but at least he feels well loved and respected by the dwarven people. Until one day he comes to learn everyone but the company thought he was Thorin's concubine the whole time.

@hicchanpicchan I AM SO SORRY this took SO LONG but i took this req and i ran SO FAR off the deep end w it here you are :’)

Rating is EXPLICIT! Please continue at your own risk. If you’d like to send me a prompt, you can ask from the list here:

[splookiee]

I need bagginshield fanfic writers to advertise their latest work/wip

i wanna read some works in progress preferably with writers on tumblr because i wanna make art lmao

[mordellestories]

As the Raven Flies | Chapter 14

It's here.... tag update as well...

[an-unexpected-sideblog]

On what begins as a perfectly ordinary day in Bag End, Thorin notices Bilbo's favorite cast iron pan has layers of old seasoning crusted on the bottom. He's a good husband and a good dwarf, so of course he scours it back clean and shining for his favorite cook.

Bilbo may just finish what Azog started.

[a-sneaky-bagginses]

Does anyone else have moments where they forget cannon vs fannon? Like I've been away from this fandom (because busy) for like a week and just saw a Fíli/Frodo fic and immediately thought 'aren't they cousins?'🥱

[biggest-hobbussy-in-the-shire]

HELP

Im trying to find that one bagginshield fic where Bilbo is a tutor for Fili and Kili and Erebor never fell.

I was going to bookmark it but i forgot and now i cant remember the title or who wrote it!

AHHHHH

[solbringer]

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"Riding a horse is not just getting back in the saddle. Part of the process is learning to trust yourself again, knowing that your muscles know what they’re supposed to do, how they’re supposed to grip and hold tight, and how they’re supposed to move to get an animal to move faster. Being a cowboy who knows how to ride is incredibly important. At one point, Thorin could ride better than most and here he was having to relearn even the most basic skills that he’s been doing since he was 10 years old.

“You’re scaring her.” Bilbo intoned impassionately from atop his horse."

 ੈ✩‧₊˚ Fic and Art posts  ੈ✩‧₊˚

A Little shady Grove is rated M for Mature themes and language.

Bilbo Baggins\Thorin Oakenshield, m\m, gen.

4 chapters, 5710 words.

Tags: Rodeo Competitions, Cowboys & Cowgirls, Bull Rider Thorin Oakenshield, Slide #50, Chronic Pain, Thorin Is Not Amused, Emotionally Constipated Thorin, BAMF Bilbo Baggins, Cowboy Hats

working on this collab with @thequeenhasnolife was an absolute joy, they immediately picked up on the thoughts and feelings i had been craving for my fic, and i loved every second of reading their works in progress and the published piece. This was my first ever @tolkienrsb and i couldn't be more thrilled with the outcome of our collab! please show the original works some love, leave a comment for our lovely author, and check out the full collection of trsb works! everyone has made such wonderful things!

[edwardallenpoe]

Okay I know I said this weeks ago but I mean it this time!!! I'm gonna get this next chapter of Dragonfly finished soon!!! (Hopefully within the next couple days, I've had most of it finished for weeks now).

Different mental and sexuality crisis's + being kicked out + different dramas in ur life can apparently affect your writing???? Who knew.

Anyways, here's a small snippet of this next chapter bc I feel bad:

I thought I was clever, ha (dying inside)

Pls have faith in ye humble fanfiction writer🙏🏾

[ovenscookbook]

“And what about a kiss? Have’est thou longed for a kiss?”

One of the hands leaves the Dwarf’s back to cup his cheek. The look Master Baggins offers him is so heartbreakingly tender that Thorin almost weeps. “I have dreamt of soft brushes of lips, and the affection that it entails.”

Those words are all that is needed to have Thorin sweep down and compassionately press a kiss onto Master Baggins.

- In the Same Breath, Chapter 1

it’s finally out!! fun fact, this plot bunny has been rotting in my notes app for almost a year. i wrote the smallest bit of it in that moment of time, but never finished it. that is until i reread it after all this time and decided to continue it

i hope yall enjoy!!

[sonics-atelier]

Marks of Fate: The Acorn and The Harp

For @bagginshieldweek24 Day 3 : Soulmate Marks AU + Dwarf Culture

Summary : Soulmate marks are a blessing from the gods themselves, thorin and bilbo are destined for each other, cue teasing and heartwarming fluff

a/n : Welcome back to another installment of my How Thorin and Bilbo fell in Love series, I hope you enjoy this one <3 ( filli is awesome spread the word )

In the land of Middle-earth, soulmates were marked by unique symbols, destined to find and complete each other. Dwarves, the Children of Mahal, bore these marks with pride, believing them to be gifts from their creator. Hobbits, nurtured by Yavanna, held similar beliefs, though their marks were rarer and often hidden beneath layers of simplicity and routine.

Thorin Oakenshield, the exiled king under the mountain, bore the mark of an acorn above his heart. It was a symbol of growth, strength, and resilience, a connection to the great forests Yavanna loved. He had always believed that his soulmate would come from a race deeply connected to the earth, but life had other plans.

Bilbo Baggins, a hobbit of the Shire, had a harp on his wrist. It was a symbol of harmony and music, a nod to the gentle nature of his people. He had never paid much attention to it, dismissing it as an odd birthmark, until his adventure with the Company of Thorin Oakenshield began.

As the journey to reclaim Erebor unfolded, Bilbo found himself drawn to Thorin in ways he couldn't explain. The dwarf king, though stern and proud, had moments of surprising gentleness, and Bilbo felt a connection growing between them. Thorin, for his part, was equally captivated by the hobbit, though he struggled to understand why.

Unbeknownst to them, the gods had already woven their destinies together.

One evening, as the Company made camp near the forest of Mirkwood, Thorin sat by the fire, absently tracing the acorn mark on his chest. Kili and Fili, his mischievous nephews, noticed their uncle's distraction.

"Uncle," Kili teased, "why do you keep touching your chest? Are you hiding something from us?"

Fili smirked, adding, "Maybe he's thinking about his soulmate. What do you think, Kili? Are they a dwarf or an elf?"

“What if it's Thranduil ?” Killi put a hand over his forehead, “Oh the Anguish,being mated to the one who you abhor.”

Thorin glared at his nephews, though a small smile tugged at his lips. "Mind your own business, you two. And for the record, I don't know who they are and I pray to mahal it isnt that stuck up blonde"

Bilbo, sitting nearby, looked up curiously. "What are you talking about?"

Kili grinned, "Our uncle's soulmate mark. Every dwarf has one, you know. It shows us who we're destined to be with."

Fili nodded, "What about you, Bilbo? Do hobbits have soulmate marks?"

Bilbo hesitated, then rolled up his sleeve to reveal the small harp on his wrist. "I suppose we do, though I've never thought much about it."

Thorin's eyes widened as he saw the mark. It felt significant, though he couldn't quite place why. Over the next few days, he found himself watching Bilbo more closely, noticing the way the hobbit's kindness and courage shone through.

. . .

In dwarven culture, courting was a subtle and intricate process, filled with gestures and tokens. Thorin decided to embrace these traditions, hoping to win Bilbo's heart. He started with small gifts: a carefully carved stone, a polished gem, and once, a delicate flower he found growing near the road.

Bilbo, bewildered by the sudden attention, accepted each gift with a puzzled smile. He had no idea what they meant but felt a warmth in his chest whenever Thorin's fingers brushed his. It wasn't until Balin, the wise and kind-hearted dwarf, took pity on him that he began to understand.

"Master Baggins," Balin said one evening, sitting beside him by the fire, "do you know what those gifts mean?"

Bilbo shook his head. "I haven't the faintest idea. They're lovely, but I'm not sure why Thorin keeps giving them to me."

Balin chuckled. "They're courting gifts. In our culture, when a dwarf is interested in someone, they offer tokens to show their affection and intent. Thorin is trying to woo you."

Bilbo's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh! I... I had no idea. What should I do?"

Balin patted his shoulder. "Just be yourself, laddie. And if you feel the same way, perhaps find a way to show him. A small gesture, something personal."

Bilbo nodded, determination growing within him. Over the next few days, he found ways to reciprocate Thorin's gestures. He shared his favorite stories and songs, baked a special treat with the limited ingredients they had, and once, he even found a small, shiny pebble that he knew Thorin would appreciate.

Thorin noticed Bilbo's efforts, his heart swelling with affection. One night, under the stars, he took Bilbo aside, away from the others. "Bilbo," he began, his voice soft, "I have something to tell you."

Bilbo looked up at him, his heart pounding. "Yes, Thorin?"

Thorin took a deep breath, revealing the acorn mark on his chest. "This mark... it's a sign from Mahal. It means we are soulmates, destined to be together. I believe the harp on your wrist is a sign from Yavanna, connecting us through the earth and its music."

Bilbo's eyes filled with wonder as he traced the acorn with his fingers. "I never realized... but it makes sense. I feel it in my heart"

Thorin smiled, his eyes shining. "Then, will you accept my courtship, Bilbo Baggins? Will you stand by my side as we reclaim our home and build a future together?"

Bilbo's heart swelled with joy as he nodded. "Yes, Thorin. I will."

Their bond deepened with each passing day, their love growing stronger as they faced challenges and triumphs together. Kili and Fili, though they still teased, were thrilled for their uncle, knowing he had found his true match.

And so, under the watchful eyes of the gods, Thorin and Bilbo began a new chapter of their lives. Their soulmate marks were not just symbols of their destiny, but the foundation of a love that would endure through all the ages of Middle-earth.

- @sonics-atelier 2024 , do not repost or reuse in any way , shape or form.

[downstarr]

The Consort (complete)

The Consort (11364 words) by downstar Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: The Hobbit (Jackson Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield Characters: Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins, Balin (Tolkien) Additional Tags: Thorin Oakenshield Lives, Domestic Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Established Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield Fluff, Consort Bilbo Baggins, POV Bilbo Baggins, Sassy Bilbo Baggins, Misunderstandings, Dwarf & Hobbit Cultural Differences, Dwarf/Hobbit Relationship(s), Dwarf Gender Concepts, Dwarf Courting, Domestic Fluff, Non-Graphic Smut, Humor, Fluff and Humor, Cultural Differences, Domestic Bliss, Domestic Boyfriends, Gentleness Series: Part 2 of The Quiet Moments - Bilbo and Thorin Summary: After a confession of their feelings, Bilbo returns to Erebor with Thorin. The great city is in the process of rebuilding, and Thorin is settling into his role as his king. Word is getting around that their king has asked an outsider - a hobbit! - to be his consort. Can their burgeoning relationship survive the pressures of kingship and cultural misunderstandings? --- This fic carries on in continuity from my one-shot The King and the Hobbit. It's part of a series of one-shots or short pieces that exist within the same continuity and in the same timeline. Check the previous fic in this collection for the story of how the two of them got together.

Excerpt:

One evening, a few weeks into his stay in Erebor, Bilbo sat hunched over a heavy metal desk, perched high on a pair of cushions, his hairy feet dangling off the edge of the chair. He’d been hard at work for hours, drafting what would one day become the first chapter of their fated quest. 

Thorin approached him from behind and set his hand on Bilbo’s shoulder. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to his temple. “I’m going to sleep. Join me when you’re ready. Don’t hurry on my account. Your candlelight does not bother me.” 

“Mhmm, be there soon,” replied Bilbo, his brow furrowed in concentration as he mouthed the words of the sentence he was trying to get just right. “Ah, Thorin, Thorin…” he looked up suddenly and swiveled around.

Thorin had just finished ducking out of his embroidered tunic. The flickering light of the roaring hearth set into the wall and the dim glow of the sunstones huddled up against Bilbo’s plants tossed flattering shadows across the thick muscle of his back. It also highlighted the pure white scar tissue rimmed in silver where Azog’s blade had sliced him through. Elvish medicine had saved his life, but he would always bear the mark of his nemesis and feel the wound echoed in the movement of his body. 

Thorin looked over his shoulder and lifted a brow when Bilbo called his name. “Mhmm?”

Bilbo found himself staring. He still wasn’t used to seeing the dwarven king in a state of undress, especially in so casual and intimate a moment. A physique such as Thorin’s was unknown among hobbits, which went some of the way towards explaining why Bilbo had never found a lover among his own kind. There was much more there, of course, but the physical nature of his attraction had caught him off-guard more than once since he’d found the courage to acknowledge it. 

Thorin noticed Bilbo’s wandering gaze and turned around. He made a bit of a cheeky show of leaning up against the wall next to the hearth, as if aware that the firelight did much to flatter his body. 

Bilbo swallowed, twitched his nose and tap-tapped his pen against a spare bit of paper he used to blot the ink. “Do you…” he cleared his throat, “...do you think there’s someone who could teach me Khuzdul? I should like to add some dwarvish script to my book. I’ve also heard that Smaug left the archive virtually untouched and there are many wonderful and ancient tomes that are still in good condition. But I can’t read any of them. And that…” he rapped his pen again, “... is a speeeeecial kind of torture.”

Thorin was a stoic man, capable of very subtle expressions. But the delight at hearing Bilbo’s request was immediate and obvious. He smiled, his eyes lighting up as warm as hearthfire. He crossed the great chamber to Bilbo’s side and reached out to cup his cheek. “I will send for a scholar from the Iron Hills to be your tutor. You will have the advantage of learning under a master of languages.” 

“That’s really not necessary. I can muddle along with some references and a helper. I don’t want you to go to a lot of trouble,” Bilbo replied. He felt the tips of his ears burn red, and he was suddenly grateful for the mess of his hair and the low shimmer of light. 

[exhausted-blue-panda]

Nothing is better than getting super into your writing and suddenly seeing over 3k words in the first chapter 💙