#fic: turn the tide

[czernyss]

— 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒, 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄 

Allise turned to look behind her uncle, where the queen and her rightful children sat in a wheelhouse of gilded metal, oil slick and silver. She could already imagine the happenings inside. Her mother would be sitting with little Tommen on her lap, and Myrcella would be playing with dolls on the caravan’s floor. Cersei Lannister, beautiful yet severe, would be watching her children with the kind of light only a parent could have for the ones they’d brought into this world. 

Allise knew the look well, because Cersei had never once directed it towards her. 

It wasn’t that her mother hated Allise. She thought it would be impossible for Cersei to hate any of her children, but Allise was not anyone. She was a bastard, a baby born from defilement. Everyone knew the story. It was often murmured behind her back from servants, loyal bannermen, and sometimes freeriders that stayed in the court. 

14 years ago, Cersei Lannister was coming back from a trip to Casterly Rock, the ancestral home of her House, when her carriage was accosted by a particularly unhappy crowd of beggars in Flea Bottom. Cersei was forced from her carriage, the guards unable to protect her in the crowds, and the queen emerged from the onslaught bloody and bruised. Months later, her belly began to swell, the truth of what really happened coming to light. Cersei’s father was furious, calling for the king to mercilessly punish those responsible. Justice was handed out, leaving thirteen civilians with their heads on spikes, limbs torn from their bodies and left to rot in the street where it had happened. 

The queen’s husband called for Cersei to get rid of the child, but for some reason Cersei refused. The stories were twisted from there, but most claimed the queen had actually gotten down on her knees and begged for King Robert to let her keep the child. Even more odd, the king had agreed. 

Fourteen years later, Allise couldn’t understand the reasoning. She couldn’t comprehend why she was still alive. 

tag list 🔗 : @samwilsonns , @kingsroad , @zoyazenik , @darkwolf76 , @bumblebeesbestknees , @aaronhotchstuff

( dm/ask to be added! )

[marypsue]

In that vein (hah), I just have to take a moment to gush about the costuming in The Lost Boys because. Have you seen the costuming in The Lost Boys. Like each costume standing on its own without anyone in it still gives you a sense of a whole character, which is important because some of these characters don't get, uh, lines. We have to be able to distinguish them immediately by visuals, and the thing is, we can, because they're not just dressed to look attractive, they're dressed with the purpose of establishing character.

Like, consider Michael. They kept it very simple for him, on purpose, he's a regular everyman kind of guy thrown into a Situation. But also, he's trying too hard. The white t-shirt, jeans, and leather jacket call back to James Dean, Rebel Without A Cause, but the leather jacket's brand new without a scuff or a crack, not broken in, and it sits uncomfortably on his shoulders. The earring doesn't suit him - it belongs to somebody else, a funhouse mirror version of himself that he's tempted by, but also it literally belongs to somebody else. Who gave him that earring? Star's implied to have done the piercing, for him, which also tracks - the earring's a little piece of someone else, someone darker and wilder, that's been dug right down into his flesh by his association with Star. It's tasted his blood.

It's also a little piece of the boys' uniting aesthetic bleeding over onto him. There's a magpie sensibility to all of them, but then each of them are visually distinct as themselves within it.

Star's clothes have 80s cuts but form a 60s hippie silhouette, solidified in time. She's the most colourful of them all, her white tops signifying a flash of innocence, but at the same time as she climbs on David's bike, she pulls on a big black jacket that almost envelops her, a little piece of his shadow falling over her and devouring her light. Again, it doesn't quite fit her, like she's playing dressup as a darker, wilder self just like Michael is.

And speaking of David. That boy is chin to toe wrapped up in black. The coat references batwings, which is a great detail. And those gloves! He doesn't touch Star; he doesn't touch Michael; he doesn't touch the world, except through a layer of darkness. It's real Old West, white-hat-black-hat level symbolism. Except.

The real villain of the piece isn't the dangerous, sharp-edged boy in black - although of course you need to look out for him, they don't call him 'dangerous' for no reason. The real villain of the piece is the most perfectly conventional, middle-class, unassuming, don't-look-twice take-him-home-to-mother normal guy imaginable. Grey and beige. Business casual.

It's the perfect camouflage for a predator.

(And then also like. I can't wax as poetic about it right now because my brain cells are otherwise occupied. But please consider how much character is there in, like, the Frogs' army-surplus duds and Sam's terrible, incredible shirts.)

[loosingmoreletters]

“Oh, how big are your fandoms?”

Small.

[mithrilhearts]

bagginshield | pirate au | teen+

The lost treasure of Durin the Deathless has been sought by many and found by none, but to Bilbo Baggins, it’s merely another riddle just waiting to be solved. The self-proclaimed “Deathless” expert finds himself whisked away aboard The Ravenheart, led by the infamous Captain Oakenshield, and the two embark on an unexpected journey to solve one of history’s biggest mysteries.

[relaxxattack]

yet another “quadrant understanding” post ten years too late to actually affect how anyone understands quadrants 💔

[ink-and-dagger]

These Tides Do Turn [2024 Re-Write]

Zuko x Katara || Rating: Mature || Canon-divergence || Slow-burn || Enemies to lovers || Angst || Romance || Hurt/Comfort || Trauma* || Full tags on AO3 || MDNI

*This fic contains potentially triggering content. Please read tags carefully. Specific TWs listed at the start of each chapter.

Chapter 1: The Southern Raiders

Chapter triggers: Lechery, Verbal threat of non-con, Violence

CLICK HERE TO READ CHAPTER 1 ON AO3

[casanovamarauders]

ALFJSJ TURNED TIDES IS SO GOOD

this reread is so so amazing

[dipplinduo]

Sweet and Sour Dipplins

Since Kieran brought up his cooking skills, will Juliana bring up her baking skills?!

~ Chapter 7 ~🤭🧚‍♀️✨💕

[haunted-doodles]

hi zebrafish nation

[opbau]

strawhats and bending elements for this au:

Luffy - water

Zoro - earth

Nami - water

Usopp - fire

Sanji - earth

Chopper - non-bender (reindeer)

Robin - non-bender

Franky - non-bender

Brook - air

Jinbei - non-bender (fishman)

little bit more explanation under the cut

Luffy

my man cannot turn water into ice or fog and doesn't have the strongest control in the world, but in terms of raw power? pretty fucking strong

to be clear, he can manipulate ice, fog, snow, etc. but he can't alter whatever form it's already in. Nami gets a headache if she thinks about it too long

learned a little bit of waterbending from Shanks, but never really had a teacher

Zoro

strong earthbender with much better control than Luffy

can only bend earth

metal, sand, gems- nothing. he is very much a one trick rock pony

he only learned the basics from his village's earthbending teacher and devoted a majority to his time to swordsmanship so. yeah

Zoro doesn't even know what the hell sandbending is until they get to Alabasta

Nami

one of the few strawhats to have a formal teacher and learn more than the basics

Bellemere was a great teacher. but. yknow.

Nami learned most of what she knows from waterbending books and scrolls that she stole over the years from other pirates and rich people. And she's learned a lot compared to the other strawhats.

To keep this brief-ish, she's practically a master at waterbending, save for healing. For the life of her, she couldn't really get the hang of it and none of the scrolls or books she had picked up over the years were at all helpful in explaining it. She's still working on it.

The unfortunate part of this is, while she has great control and precision over her bending, her power is... lacking. Which is where the 'practically a master' vs. 'an actual master' distinction becomes important lol

Due to amazing forethought, Nami is perceived by the outside world as a non-bender. Even some of her enemies think she's a non-bender. Nami really doesn't want people to know how good she is at waterbending because that would make her more of a threat and her pretty little heart wouldn't be able to take it if her bounty increased, Robin, so could you do her a big favour-

Usopp

christ where do i begin

the only firebender in Syrup Village. Yasopp is a known pirate and firebender.

Usopp never had a firebending teacher. He did, however, have ample amounts of earth and water benders to watch from afar. He taught himself bending, in a way that works for him. It is far from traditional firebending, but hey it works.

Somewhere along the line- maybe around Loguetown or after- he learns that firebenders really can shoot lightning and it wasn't just a myth. He blows himself up a lot trying to create it on his own before some lady on an island they stop at explains the right way to do it and demonstrates. Usopp still blows himself up, but now his form is correct.

While the other strawhats tend to weave their bending into their fighting styles somehow- or at least use it to aid them in battle from time to time, like with a boost into the air via rock- Usopp never uses his bending in a fight. He likes his bending and all, but he's the sniper and he has a bag of explosives on him so uh. No.

one day, post-Wano, Usopp has a really good day before bending practice and accidentally discovers his ability to combustion bend. He doesn't know it's combustion bending though, because all that comes out are little sparks of fire, like a sparkler. No one else knows either and he just uses it as a party trick.

Sanji

dear god this one is gonna be. AA.

all of the Vinsmokes are earthbenders. Sora is not. Sanji is.

After escaping onto the Orbit, Sanji decided the best way to never be found again would be to never bend again. Ever. (also because those 3 bastards and Judge were earthbenders and Sanji hated them)

He had an earthbending teacher, but anything that wasn't a superhuman feat was deemed a failure so Sanji never actually learned shit from that teacher. He also just wanted to cook all the time, so he never practiced.

Point is, when he's stuck on that rock with Zeff, he has the power and control to lift a rock, but nothing heavier than something he could physically carry himself.

Zeff is a non-bender. While the Baratie has it's fair share of benders, Sanji is Zeff's son and when Zeff offered to teach him how to fight one day, what was Sanji to do other than accept?

Sanji never told Zeff he was an earthbender, but he had a feeling Zeff knew anyway.

Sanji never told his crew he was an earthbender either. This was less of him actively hiding it and more out of habit. He loved them, but he didn't really see a need to explain it to them when it didn't matter. He wouldn't see his 'family' again and he could fight just fine without it anyway-

[Whole Cake]

Sanji: Hm. Hm™

He reveals he's an earthbender post-WCI. Zoro forces him to learn the basics and also adamantly insists that he knew the truth the whole time (he didn't. he's embarrassed). Zoro starts saying some super smug stuff now, like "is that any way to talk to your teacher?" and related lines. Think Zoro's thing about ranking and always insisting he's above Sanji and now that he's got the opportunity, he's gonna enjoy every moment.

(He's also gonna have some kind of earthbending specialty, but I haven't decided yet. Leaning towards metalbender though.)

Sanji faces the firebender rumours instead of Usopp. Both of them are incensed by this bc Sanji wants people to think he's a non-bender still (connection to Zeff) and Usopp is just mad people don't think he's a firebender (quite literally his own fault).

Chopper

always thought bending was cool even if he couldn't do it

Doctor Hiriluk was a non-bender too. Sometimes the two of them would talk and make up impossible scenarios that benders might do and laugh their heads off.

Doctor Kureha is an earth bender. She isn't a metalbender, but everyone besides Chopper thinks she is.

Robin

she comes from a long line of waterbenders, but she and her mother were both non-benders.

The scholars on Ohara were benders of all types and specialties. Fire, Earth, Water, Air all living in harmony and all that. Real shame. Anyway.

Because of Nami's "i'm totally a non-bender teehee" scheme, Robin has become the "strawhat's waterbending witch" that some people spread rumours about. The gist is that Nami begged her to help and Robin thought it'd be fun. Misleading people with her ability and those rumours never gets old.

Franky

non-bender in a family of 1) a fishman, 2) a mermaid, and 3) Iceburg (annoying waterbender his age)

Water 7 is known for a majority of their people being waterbenders. The Franky Family is mostly made up of non-water benders.

Franky didn't really care about figuring out bending as much when he was younger and after the Sea Train incident and he built himself back up, he couldn't bend a thing. He doesn't really know if he just fucked himself up hard enough he couldn't bend anymore or if he never could bend in the first place. He doesn't really care though, too busy being Super!

A lot of outsiders think Franky is an earthbender, specifically a metalbender, because of his whole cyborg thing. Also the no shoes thing. After joining the strawhats, the metalbender thing sort of holds up, especially post-timeskip with his General Franky.

There are also groups of people who are like "this guy is from Water 7, are you kidding? he's a waterbender for sure." They also point to the fact that he's always wearing a speedo and thus always ready to get wet.

The rumours are pretty funny to listen to and he and Robin love to just hang out on an island incognito (or as much as Franky is capable) and just listen to rumours about themselves and laugh about it. They share what they hear with the crew too.

Brook

he doesn't use his bending often, but there are occasions; can do loads of funny little tricks that he taught himself during That Time. He's also quite good at propelling his body high into the air for surveillance.

Not exactly a master airbender, but does have the basics down, like Zoro. There are attempts to mimic Sanji's Sky Walk- more for entertainment and curiousity than anything- with varying levels of success (Brook kicks himself too high, doesn't kick at the right time, etc)

Learned about 'gliding suits' (created after he died) and refuses to ever wear one. Adamant that if he must wear traditional airbending clothing, it's flowy stuff or nothing. (he's shy about form fitting clothing being too close to the skin. well, not that he has any-)

Jinbei

literally the exact same. Fishmen can do all the same things in canon, but they cannot be benders. Reason being: every single one of them is uhh, hmm. best way to say this is waterbenders, but to the left.

Fishmen can manipulate water with their hands but only if they're touching the element itself; they can't turn it to ice or anything like that, but the tradeoff is the immense amount of power and precise control they can more easily learn than humans... or smth like that

honestly, Jinbei's just here to chill in this au and probably unintentionally give Luffy bad waterbending advice (it's advice for Fishman Karate which isn't the same, but it's pretty close right? And Luffy keeps asking and insisting he teach him, and well, who is Jinbei to say no? Surely, Franky, who came to watch, will tell him if he's giving the wrong idea-)

Nami yells at both of them. Then yells at Franky because of his waterbender conspiracy theorists.

[curiosity-killed]

writing patterns tag game

tagged by @veliseraptor which makes this a little funny for me bc it's like 'wow one of my favorite writers has influenced how i write. shocking!!' anyway this is also cheating a little bc I didn't want to just do all the one-shots from 'in the orchid hour'

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 posted fics and see if there’s a pattern.

Hua Cheng whines a little, already breathless. (Cinnamon and cloves)

“I’m going to say it,” Zizhen says abruptly. (a truth universal)

Her brother was easy to love and difficult to know. (non nobis nati)

The first thing Amelia learns after her life ends is that it is very clear when her husband is in the room and when it’s the angel wearing his body. (where you go (i will go))

The first time he meets Crimson Rain Sought Flower, Mu Qing barely makes it out alive. (til my feet are memory)

Wen Qing has never liked Lan Wangji. (sixteen stitches)

When he was a child, Xie Lian knew every gentle touch a mother or friend could offer. (for saints have hands)

All silk begins with death. (mori)

When he drives the dowel into his master’s heart, Lang Qianqiu does not remove Fangxin’s mask. (wolf trees)

He did not come back to her all at once. (this, this)

...yeah I basically tend to either start in the middle of Things Happening or with like...a central idea, I guess? I like to keep first lines relatively short and to the point and ideally have some irony in them + some establishment of The Sitch. I tend not to stew over first lines as much as I do last lines but that's partially because usually they've been percolating in the back of my mind for a few hours/days while the fic concept (and words) slowly coalesce so. ????

[crackinglamb]

Fic Word Search

I got tagged twice! Obviously this will get very long, so I'll put it under a cut.

Before I do that, I'll tag @ir0n-angel, @lilbittymonster, @effelants, @serial-chillr and @mogwaei. No pressure.

Search for the words and post a snippet.

Your words are: leap, flick, howl, ragged

First by @natsora, thank you! 💕

My words: twist, growl, dark, breath, tear

For this one I'll do a finished fic. These are all from WG.

(takes a deep breath, because the fic is huge)

Twist

The tavern itself was what she expected. Crowded, a little dusty from the constant foot traffic and tense enough to snap. The barman gave her party a sour glance, landed on Solas's ears and frowned harder. Imogen twisted her left hand so the mark glowed against her outfit and the barman subsided without saying a word. The Herald of Andraste, regardless of her status with the Chantry, was still a formidable figure after all the work she'd done to clean up the Hinterlands. She could keep company with whoever she chose. And if anyone else had noticed the little interplay, they said nothing.

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Growl

“I need to get the arrow out. When I do, your lung will fill with blood and you will want to panic. I need you to stay calm so you don't hyperventilate. I will heal you.”

“Less talking, mage, more doing,” Bull growled.

Imogen watched a silent battle of wills happen over her body and found it funny. Pity she couldn't remember how to laugh. Bull held her shoulders tight and that hurt. She squirmed. He just held her tighter. She realized she could hardly move her legs at all and only then figured out that Solas was sitting on her.

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Dark

“Cocktails, actually. Wine is for snobs.”

Solas raised his head and arched a fine brow at her in the dark, the firelight gleaming off his irises like a cat. That had certainly taken getting used to. She grinned at him and scrunched up her nose, daring him to say a word. He smirked back and kept his mouth shut. She rolled the cup in her hands, contemplating the liquid inside it. She sipped again, more prepared for the harshness. This time she was able to taste something other than burn.

“Ya know, this wouldn't be so bad if it was mixed with something sweet. Something syrupy, maybe. Or bubbly. Or fresh squeezed juice.”

“You might be right,” Varric offered. “But who carries that sort of thing around on the road?”

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Breath

“Imogen!” Solas shouted and she looked up in time to see him Fade-stepping, a blur of motion and icy cold hands on her as she began to topple.

She opened her mouth to say something – she wasn't even sure what, and wouldn't remember later – and was surprised when she felt something dribble down her lip and chin. She tried to take a breath and coughed and he was spattered with red. His eyes grew so wide all she could see was the fear in them, and then everything slipped sideways.

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Tear

“Make for the rift!” she called out. “It’s time to go.”

Before she could take the first steps, the ground shuddered and splintered apart. The shockwave of the explosion had reached them. Bull grabbed Dorian by the arm and dragged him bodily across a chasm that opened up between the mage’s feet. Dignity abandoned, Dorian clung to him and let himself be carried off towards the tear back to the waking world.

“Terisin, go!” Imogen urged. “I’m right behind you.”

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Second time I was tagged by @theluckywizard, thank you! 💕

My words: crack, graze, harsh

For this one I'll do snippets from T3, the next Mirabull fic, which is still a WIP.

Crack

She heard the stomping and shouting before she even reached the door of the war room. Part of her thought maybe she should leave Leliana to it, that she was perfectly capable of dealing with an angry Seeker on her own terms. But part of her also wanted them all to have this out. She cracked open the door and slipped inside while Cassandra was still sputtering.

“...If this is the length she will hide things from us, we'll never know...”

“Is this a good time or should I come back later?” Mira brightly interrupted the flow.

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Harsh

“Mira! The rift!” Bull hollered, breaking her spell of dissociation.

She turned and saw the rift cycling, getting ready to spit out more shades. She lifted the Anchor to connect to it and harshly yanked it closed. Only then did she stumble against the nearest column, her stomach rising in her throat. She couldn’t seem to focus on anything, the room spun. A dull roar filled her ears.

“Breathe, Chestnut,” Bull said softly. She hadn’t heard him approach over the noise in her head. “Breathe. Let me have the blades.”

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So, I apparently don't use the word 'graze' much. I had to go all the way to Soft In Skyhold for this!

“I need the cinnamon.”

He didn't step away but reached for the earthenware jar that held the sticks of spice. He was smirking as he handed it to her. She scowled, although her heart wasn't in it.

“And the sugar.”

“You are sweet enough.” Now the scowl was genuine and he laughed and chucked her under her chin.

“You are incorrigible,” [Cass] snapped, but even to her own ears it sounded weak.

He stepped out of her way, still laughing, and she skirted around him for the canister of sugar. She grabbed the nutmeg too, but couldn't manage that and the rasp, so she set them down to go back for it. Amund was now leaning against the counter, nearly tall enough to simply sit on it. She gave him a push to get him out of her way and he obliged just enough that her elbow grazed him as she held the rasp in her right hand.

[amuseoffyre]

“Why would I give a shit about that?”

The ghost made a snotty, irritated sound. “I don’t know. Maybe because they escaped fucking Blackbeard and lived to tell the tale? To rub it in your nose how shit you are at your job right now? And they stuck the red heart on to make sure you noticed.”

“Hey!”

“What? You just got beaten by some random pirate no one ever heard of!” Lucius retorted. “Or maybe it’s not even a cat and they just really like tigers or something. And what about the bone? You never said what that means.”

“What bones always mean, you arse,” Ed grumbled. “Death. Big fucking flag of death.”

“Or… you know… bone.” Ed twisted around, trying to squint at someone who wasn’t fucking there. “Oh for– you know? To… bone someone?” He could hear the grin as clear as day. “Maybe this Captain Thomas is flirting with you.”

Ed burst out laughing and regretted it immediately, sagging back on the table. “Fuck you,” he groaned, pressing his hand over his eyes.

“Just putting it out there.” Little shit sounded far too pleased with himself. “Oooh, look at me, robbing these ships right in front of you, waving my little matching heart and bone and making you chase me. Aren’t I mysterious and alluring?”

Cracking his fingers open, Ed squinted between them. “You’re a dick is what you are,” he said, but something – fuck, why wasn’t his brain fucking working – in Lucius’s words was scratching at his mind. The shape of it was right fucking there and yet…

He crawled onto his side, pushing himself upright.

Maybe some other captain had picked up Jim and Frenchie and was gloating. Maybe not. Or maybe someone was just taking the piss out of him for the time he spent under the flag. The fucking cat, though. Something about the fucking cat.

“You really should have something to drink.”

That was–

He sounded closer. Not as muffled.

Ed turned in the direction of the voice and recoiled.

Fuck no.

Lucius standing right there, leaning against the bookshelves, bottle in hand. Thinner and paler than Ed remembered, more hair, all dressed in white, but there. Twisting himself away on the table, Ed stared at the floor, heart in his throat. Fucking shitting hell. Voices were bad enough, but seeing things again wasn’t good.

“Fuck off, ghost,” he spat out.

Lucius sighed dramatically. “Fine,” he said.

Ed waited for thirty seconds, then glanced warily over his shoulder. Oh thank fuck, he was gone.

But the bottle. The bottle was still there.

Staggering upright, he ripped the flag down off the wall and retreated into the auxiliary wardrobe, closing the door behind him.

Ohhhhhh I love this scene.

There had been moments before this when Ed was gradually becoming more vulnerable around his "ghost" and Lucius was slowly, slowly starting to thaw a bit after everything Ed did, but this scene was the culmination for both of them.

Lucius was willing to put his life in Ed's hands in this moment because he was genuinely worried of the state Ed was getting himself into. And if he hadn't been haunted to hell and back by him for the last few months, Ed might have been willing to listen.

And the thing is there was so much evidence for Lucius being there and Ed just... wasn't seeing it for the guilt: Lucius leaving a drawing for him, draping a blanket around him, giving him a bottle of whisky when he was in withdrawal. All solid and tangible and real evidence but Ed's brain was so fugged up with alcohol and grief and guilt that his clever little brain chose not to put the pieces together.

If he'd stopped and thought for a moment, if he'd let himself pay attention to all the pieces, he would have seen and realised. Lucius was kind of expecting him to put the pieces together. Everyone knew how smart Ed was. But Lucius hadn't counted on how shattered Ed was and how much he wasn't seeing. Can't see the living person because of shame and guilt for the death.

[i-have-no-enemies]

New Gudfinn fanfic posted!

Link

It’s a bit nerve wracking... This is after all my first multi chapter fanfic for this fandom.

[mithrilhearts]

As The Tide Turns

bagginshield | pirate au | teen+

The lost treasure of Durin the Deathless has been sought by many and found by none, but to Bilbo Baggins, it’s merely another riddle just waiting to be solved. The self-proclaimed “Deathless” expert finds himself whisked away aboard The Ravenheart, led by the infamous Captain Oakenshield, and the two embark on an unexpected journey to solve one of history’s biggest mysteries.

Chapter 6

“What is your interpretation of Durin’s tale?” Bilbo finally asked, continuing to trail behind Thorin.

“What do you mean?”

“Durin’s tale, you realize there are many different variations of the story, yes? Some say he sank his fleet on purpose, or that he was stranded on this very island. So, I’m curious, what is your take?”

Thorin snorted, pausing in his sword swinging and facing Bilbo with an arch of his brow. “I never believed in anything other than the dwarves’ tale of Durin. The legend of my ancestor is exactly that; legendary. He was a fierce sort, a collector of rare treasures, and purposely hid it away from the rest of the world before seeking retirement. I can’t say I’m impressed by the location, being so close to the elves, but…it’s no bad thing to celebrate a simple life, is it?”

“I wouldn’t say his life was simple at all,” Bilbo teased, sharing a smile with the dwarf captain for a moment longer than usual. “But a quiet retirement for someone like him was probably deserved.” And he had to wonder if that’s what would become of Thorin, one day. Hanging up the hat of adventure for something a bit more simple.

Taglist beneath the cut. If you want to be added or removed from this list, please let me know! Reblogs are appreciated! 💖

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[choface]

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