#lucradiss fics

[lucradiss]

about to go honkshoe sleepytime but before I do! here! chapter 6 of ITWCT is out! <3 if u wanna read it.............

[toplessoncology]

house fics i recommend!

a forever incomplete list because i lose links frequently and there are frankly far too many incredible writers in this fandom!! so this list will be short to start. but look out for additions later. also these will probably all be hilson cause i know what i like

Look, Don't Touch by @oriley42 - wilson has a voyeurism problem. i LOVE the prose of this fic, and it's FUNNY funny. it made me cry laughing multiple different times while reading it the first time. really on-point characterization and dialogue as well

Sin Days of Auld Lang Syne by baffledbear - this fic fills in the gaps of house and wilson's pre-canon relationship and it's EVERYTHING. i've probably read this thirty times. life changing.

we peeled the freckles from our shoulders by flowersinapril - house and wilson meet as young adults as summer camp counsellors!! this fic has always stayed with me because of the beautiful and evocative development of the setting and the way it contributes to the feeling of the piece as a whole.

He Won't Tell You That He Loves You by @hellshandbasket - the first house fic i ever read, and the one that inspired me to get into fic writing! set in s6, nolan presses house about the whole wilson issue. PERFECT dialogue and very sweet story. truly truly so so good

Sun It Rises by @lucradiss - part of a per-season series, set in s2! one of the fics that inspired my fic Misdiagnoses, and really well-written. very evocative prose, i feel like everytime i read it i can see it in my head clearly! really good look at the inside of wilson's head and his jumbly anxious thoughts. beloved to me

[ao3feed-thehobbit]

The Family of Things

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/rp5nbIU

by lucradiss

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. -Mary Oliver, Wild Geese

 Or, in which this is another Dragon!Bilbo fic. Over the last 200 years, Bilbo has found contentment within his life at Bag End, and he does not long for adventure, much less to face one of his kin. But he does so anyway, because the ruin of Erebor has deprived him of his favorite tea for the past sixty years, and finds that, in spite of his life of cruelty, he does not have to be lonely.

Words: 17486, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Thorin's Company, Dwalin (Tolkien), Balin (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien), Fíli (Tolkien), Glóin (Tolkien), Óin (Tolkien), Beorn (Tolkien), Bofur (Tolkien), Bifur (Tolkien), Bombur (Tolkien), Ori (Tolkien), Nori (Tolkien), Dori (Tolkien), Smaug (Tolkien), Bard the Bowman, Thranduil (Tolkien), Belladonna Took, Bungo Baggins, Gandalf | Mithrandir

Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins & Thorin's Company

Additional Tags: BAMF Bilbo Baggins, Poor Bilbo, Bilbo is So Done, Hurt Bilbo Baggins, Dragon Bilbo Baggins, Eventual Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Consort Bilbo Baggins, but like future consort bilbo bc it's not from the beginning, Gold sick Bilbo, Dragon Sick Bilbo, Thorin is a Softie, Protective Thorin, Emotionally Constipated Thorin, Thorin Is an Idiot, Bilbo is an idiot, Idiots in Love, Alternate Universe - Bilbo Remains In Erebor, Everybody Lives, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Gandalf Meddles, It's Always Gandalf's Fault, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Angst, Sharing a Bed, Very ambiguous smut, Like very metaphorical, And only later in the fic, Bilbo Baggins in Love, Sassy Bilbo Baggins, no beta we die like durins, but they don't die in this fic!, Fix-It, Fix-It of Sorts, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Physical hurt/comfort, Abuse of Khuzdul, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, and sometimes instead of working, hope my boss doesn't read bagginshield, Love, so much love, It's obscene how much everyone loves each other, Thranduil Not Being An Asshole, Minor Kíli/Tauriel, Fíli and Kíli Are Little Shits

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/rp5nbIU

[ao3feed-tolkien]

The Family of Things

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/eHxSwF9

by lucradiss

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. -Mary Oliver, Wild Geese

 Or, in which this is another Dragon!Bilbo fic. Over the last 200 years, Bilbo has found contentment within his life at Bag End, and he does not long for adventure, much less to face one of his kin. But he does so anyway, because the ruin of Erebor has deprived him of his favorite tea for the past sixty years, and finds that, in spite of his life of cruelty, he does not have to be lonely.

Words: 17486, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Thorin's Company, Dwalin (Tolkien), Balin (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien), Fíli (Tolkien), Glóin (Tolkien), Óin (Tolkien), Beorn (Tolkien), Bofur (Tolkien), Bifur (Tolkien), Bombur (Tolkien), Ori (Tolkien), Nori (Tolkien), Dori (Tolkien), Smaug (Tolkien), Bard the Bowman, Thranduil (Tolkien), Belladonna Took, Bungo Baggins, Gandalf | Mithrandir

Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins & Thorin's Company

Additional Tags: BAMF Bilbo Baggins, Poor Bilbo, Bilbo is So Done, Hurt Bilbo Baggins, Dragon Bilbo Baggins, Eventual Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Consort Bilbo Baggins, but like future consort bilbo bc it's not from the beginning, Gold sick Bilbo, Dragon Sick Bilbo, Thorin is a Softie, Protective Thorin, Emotionally Constipated Thorin, Thorin Is an Idiot, Bilbo is an idiot, Idiots in Love, Alternate Universe - Bilbo Remains In Erebor, Everybody Lives, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Gandalf Meddles, It's Always Gandalf's Fault, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Angst, Sharing a Bed, Very ambiguous smut, Like very metaphorical, And only later in the fic, Bilbo Baggins in Love, Sassy Bilbo Baggins, no beta we die like durins, but they don't die in this fic!, Fix-It, Fix-It of Sorts, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Physical hurt/comfort, Abuse of Khuzdul, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, and sometimes instead of working, hope my boss doesn't read bagginshield, Love, so much love, It's obscene how much everyone loves each other, Thranduil Not Being An Asshole, Minor Kíli/Tauriel, Fíli and Kíli Are Little Shits

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/eHxSwF9

[mithrilhearts]

Thank you for the tag on this game @morningnoodles, @sunnyrosewritesstuff & @fantasyinallforms!!

Are you named after anyone? Nope! I think my parents just liked the name and ran with it lol

When was the last time you cried? It's been awhile...which is alarming lol

Do you have kids? No, and I don't want them.

What sports do you play? I don't play sports anymore, but I used to play both soccer and softball growing up! I'm tempted to join my sister's rec volleyball team next year tho!

Do you use sarcasm? Who me? Noooo. (yes)

What's the first thing you notice about people? I tend to notice if they are chatty or not, it's part of my job (kind of). I can determine whether people want to be quiet or have a more engaging conversation at work.

What's your eye colour? Hazel - green/brown

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings definitely.

Any talents? Ahhhh I'm bad at answering this?

Where were you born? Kansas, born and raised lol

What are your hobbies? Writing fic, playing video games, baking, reading, crochet (it's been awhile)

Do you have any pets? I have two doggos!

How tall are you? 5'0

Favourite subjects at school? As far as core subjects, English. Other? ART!!!

Dream job? At this point, I have a passion for baking...so let's go with that. (I am desperately trying to strive towards this!)

Non-obligatory tags for: @sunnibits @myeaglesong @aratjob @smolestboop @nikuttek @lucradiss @verk0my @tetchy-frog and anyone else who wants to play!

15 people, 15 questions

I was not tagged by @lingeringmirth but it looked fun, so here we are! 😁 (Sorry, hope you don't mind, haha) Are you named after anyone? A character from a book, but honestly a rather dull character. No one uses my actual legal name anyway, except for mother dearest.

When was the last time you cried? Two days ago.

Do you have kids? I don't, no.

What sports do you play/have played? Swimming, tennis, show jumping, archery, and for a while I did fencing, but I was very bad at it because I apologised every time I scored a touch.

Do you use sarcasm? Not well, no. I try to avoid it because folks can't always tell when I'm joking.

What's the first thing you notice about people? Whether they smile back or not.

What's your eye colour? Blue.

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings, always.

Any talents? I'm a fairly good cook! I have a knack for replicating food I've eaten without the use of a recipe, which is handy!

Where were you born? Hampshire.

What are your hobbies? Writing, gardening, and crafts. I like making things, putting my energy into creating and having something lovely at the end!

Do you have any pets? I do! I have a spaniel called Wilfred. He's 3.5 years old, and he came to live with me about 2 years ago.

How tall are you? 5'2"

Favourite subjects at school? English lit, and art.

Dream job? Lesbian trophy wife. Seriously though, I don't have one. I just wish I had funds enough to live comfortably so that I could dedicate my time to looking after the people around me and creating stuff.

Non-obligatory tags for: @hobbityalse @welcometothevoidmychild @wisterioak @smolestboop @camibispace @rachelillustrates @skymeria @may-darling @e132020 @sunnyrosewritesstuff @fantasyinallforms @michaelnormalfrompennsylvania @thatfancygirlinblack @swanfan17 and anyone else who wants to have a go!

[bloopdydooooo]

i did an art for "ruin me//the rest will follow" by lucradiss on ao3 cause its a beautiful fic

[c4pricornc4ts]

Sbi + Friends Rec List 2

All are non shipping. 

Please message me if there is anything wrong with the links and I will fix it. Here’s some more of my favorites, I will post a longer fic rec list next week that will be better organized. Enjoy! 

hello, welcome home (isn't it lovely, all alone?) - WreakingHavok

2k 1/? Angst, Found Family 

He talks to himself and his nights are long, but at least hes alone, and at least the war that haunts his dreams is an ocean away. Eret sends Wilbur and Technoblade to Antarctica, and Phil reads letters. 

Wilbur's hands are gentle - lucradiss

3k 1/1 Sickfic, Mild Hurt/Comfort 

In which Techno’s head hurts and the only person who’s allowed to touch his hair is his friend (brother) Wilbur. 

Tommy Needs Some Sleep - TheVintageRed

500 1/1 Family, Mild Hurt/Comfort 

Tommy is overworking himself trying to compete with Dream in their history class. 

fighting is easy, young man. coping is harder - KadeAK(zacixn)

1.4k 1/1 DreamSMP, Hurt/Comfort 

The war is over, but Wilbur doesn't feel free. Tommy stumbles across him in a terrible state.

Please Forgive My Sins, Please Forgive Me. - Lillian_nator

2.9k 1/1 Family, Angst 

Purpled missed his brothers -Tommy and Tubbo could never stay mad at Purpled -They were family after all. 

Together We Banish The Darkness - Shmallo

1.5k 1/1 Family, Hurt/Comfort 

Sleepy Bois + Tommy have nightmares. Fortunately, Phil is there to lend a hand.

I Was Young Than You Are Now. - 1__Dot___1

3.8k 2/? Family, Hurt/Comfort 

Techno sees himself a lot in Tommy. A young man with a knack for drawing blood. After Tommy comes home from a fight at school, Techno is the only one who is there to clean up the pieces.

Runaway Prince - HuntDue

900 1/1 Family, Fluff 

Techno is a prince and Philza is his caretaker. Techno wants to mess around with the commoners, but his father doesn't allow him to, so he runs away temporarily.

chalk dust and sidewalks - soggywaffle

1.1k 1/1 Family, Fluff 

“hey tommy, did you know that im a vampire?” in which techno and wilbur prank their youngest brother

Kindred Spirits - arochill 

9k 5/5 Family, Hurt/Comfort, Angst 

They were his family.In which one man leaves his dream job and learns that taking care of three monster children may be better than anything else he could ever ask for.

arson. - tobi_writes

1.1k 1/1 Fluff 

tommy and tubbo end up having to be babysat because they set a forest on fire.george and minx are the only ones who are not busy. so they babysit two children for a day.

Summer Days (Niki and Her Boys) - Lillian_nator

3.6k 1/1 Fluff, Angst 

Sometimes, in order to know what you're fighting for, you have to slow down and look around you. Or... Niki sees how overworked Wilbur is, and takes him and the boys out for a picnic.

"It's Like Watching Your Little Brother" - kiwikitkat

1.9k 9/? Family, Fluff, Angst 

After hearing Wilbur describe Tommy as a younger brother, I haven't been able to get it out of my head since.A collection of one-shots about Wilbur and Tommy having a sibling dynamic! Nothing inappropriate, and if you comment asking for it I won't hesitate to block you, so like? don't?

The Prince of the Antarctic Empire - Lilian_Nator

9.9k 4/? Series, Family, Fluff 

It all started, with a simple meeting. There was no prince, and there were no rules, and no one believed in him. More importantly - no one had any expectations of the prince. It all started when he was a mere boy.

Mayday, Mayday - Siempie 

7.3k 1/1 Heavy Angst, Hurt/Comfort 

Wilbur could not have expected things to go THIS wrong. Honestly. The arrow in his chest didn't give him much time to philosophize about that, though.Wilbur gets shot. Tommy does his best.

there are a hundred people who will listen to you cry - reversustenebris 

1.9k 1/1 Hurt/Comfort, Fluff 

Eret hasn't left the castle in a long time. He doesn't think anyone was going to miss him, after all.He was wrong, of course.

Come Home, Tubbo - MadKiska 

14k 1/1 Family, Angst 

On a mission to sneak into the Whitehouse, Pogtopia find a long lost friend. Only.. He doesn't recognize them at all.

kindred spirits - arochill 

5k MonsterHunter!Philza meets monster kids Tommy, Wilbur, Techno and decides to raise them. 

Absolutely Anything For Them - Numanum 

3k 3/3 Angst, Hurt/Comfort 

Tubbo becomes a traitor to save everyone and has to struggle with his choices. 

wait a minute - Aenqa 

23k 8/? Angst 

An alternate Dream SMP timeline in which Tubbo finds himself firmly under Schlatt’s control and things are going.... just, very poorly. 

holding on tight, sleeping at night - meridies 

4k 1/1 fluff 

Tommy is certainly not afraid of storms. Luckily, neither are his two siblings.

Birdsong - Aria_Cinabun 

3k 1/1 Angst, Zombie Apocalypse Au 

The birds call to Tommy. They tell him of danger. They tell him whether the zombies are coming. He calls back to them, and he runs when there is no answer. 

Did you hear that? - InnittoWinit

1k 1/1 Hurt/Comfort 

Techno wakes up in the middle of the night to a noise, little does he knows tommy isnt really having a good time without his friend by his side. 

Afraid - AlpineWasTaken 

2k 1/1 Angst, Nightmares 

“Christ, Tommy, can’t you just shut the fuck up for five seconds?” A sliver of dread and doubt crept in as he watched his friend walk away, not once glancing back at the younger.

all you can feel is your lungs flood - Anon  

900 1/1 Hurt/Comfort 

wilbur soot isn’t okay. he promises. 

Shelter for the Night - qtiphaven 

4k 4/7 Angst 

After getting into a fight, Tommy has no where to go. At least that what he thinks until he runs into someone familiar at the local corner store. 

Authors I really like <3

Lillian_Nator  - Wonderful at angst and aus. They have written 22 minecraft fanfics and I adore all of them. 

reversustenebris - Mix of fluff and angst, lots of fics with Eret which I love to see!

AlpineWasTaken - Writes other mcyters besides the main DreamSMP ones aswell, has some heartbreaking fanfics. 

Thank you for reading. You can find my works here. 

Authors, if you would like your fic taken off my list for any reason, please message me. 

[lucradiss]

For the kiss prompt, maybe 10 or 30?

Hihi!!! I think I'll do a mix of the two because they're mix and matchable. like legos Comfort + Desperate, An Outlaw Called Wyrm TW: Period-Typical Gun Violence, Kind of Graphic Depictions of that gun violence

Word Count: 2570

Send me more kissy prompts!

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Bilbo barely paid any mind to the hotel when they entered. Through his exhaustion, he saw only flashes of warm brown and gold from oil lamps, and perhaps the blue of the deepest night through the windows Gandalf spoke with who he assumed was the owner. He didn't know who he would be shacked with that night but he didn't very much care- all that he cared about, truly, was getting that warm bath he had been promised upon riding into town and getting some shut-eye in a bed that wasn't either bug-infested or a sleeping mat on the hard ground.  He stretched as he slowly followed the rest of the company, keeping his gaze down so as not to make eye contact with them. He had felt quite unable to speak to the rest of his party or even to meet their concerned glances for the entirety of the ride. Or, rather, the concerned glances that were also accompanied by the fleeting ire that seemed to be thrown his way every so often by the brooding outlaw riding at their helm. He sighed, feeling the new weight of the acquired revolver in its stolen holster. Not that the man he had taken it from would ever need it again, let alone report the theft. There was something about the presence of it that truly unsettled him; whenever he shifted a bit and felt it on his hip he shivered, remembering the events of dawn. Pulling the trigger had felt like the easiest thing in the world- the bullet had been right between the eyes. If you measured the distance between the brute's eyebrows and found the exact middle, there would be a bleeding hole where Bilbo's bullet had found its mark.

As he made it to the top of the stairs, he tried to banish the thoughts from his mind. The thoughts of that shocked, dead-eyed stare from the man he had killed before ever learning his name. Something about that didn't seem quite right, but he'd said nothing about it when Thorin found him lying there on the ground, propped up on his elbow and wide-eyed, blood spattered on his face like new freckles. He'd said nothing at all, really- Thorin's glares quieted anything he could say on the matter.  Glóin murmured to tell him what room he'd be in and he simply nodded before heading down to the baths. The basin had been filled and Bofur had told him to take the first wash and Bilbo felt like he was being coddled, but for now he didn't care. He simply entered, stripped his sweat and blood-stained clothing, left it out in the hallway for one of the attendants to wash (as he'd been told they would) and sank into the basin with a heavy sigh, allowing the warm water to wash away the tension as well as the grime. 

He felt a little bit more human the longer he stayed in the water. It had grown murky enough that he could not see below the surface; he pointedly ignored how, when he washed his face with the yellow sponge on the side-table, it came away a bit red. But this bath was something natural for him, something habitual. After the day he'd had... well. He rather thought he deserved a bath after all that.  He looked down at the water and the thought came to his head that it was the same color as the eyes of the outlaw he'd killed. Bilbo had caught those eyes- they were almost hazel, but more specifically a sickly, light brown. Perhaps in his more innocent youth they might have sparkled in the sun and been called gold, but he'd grown into something of a monster with his two brothers and the gold had lost its luster. And he would grow no longer.

The redness on the sponge came back to him then. The blood that was not his own, shed by his hand. He had not killed before. He had not wanted to kill before. That had been the one contingency for his coming on this quest- he did not want to become a killer. He did not want to create the same evil that had taken his mother from him. But he had, and then had been encouraged to take a souvenir to remember the experience- a beautiful silver revolver that Gandalf told him would fit his palm. And the worst part about it was that it did- the weight was horrifyingly comfortable, the grip fitted just to his hand. It was yet another weapon of death that he had to carry- first, it was his mother's pistol. That, he had been alright to hold- most of the time he could pretend it was nothing more than a keepsake. But this? This was a gun that had been pointed to his head and the only reason it had not been the metaphorical executioner's ax was simply because Bilbo's finger had squeezed faster.

He felt his lungs heaving and he realized that his breath had been coming too quick, too shallow. He bent over himself in the bath, paying little mind to the water or its filth, and put his hands through his curls to grasp them, to try and focus on that instead of the guilt of stealing another's life; of the fear of nearly losing his own; of the horror of wiping someone else's blood from his face and trying to pretend that nothing was wrong with that.  The panic put spots in his eyes, or maybe that was the lack of air. He tried to get a handle on himself but found that he could not. What was happening? His heart beat faster than it ever had, the blood in his ears too loud for him to hear the knocking at the washroom door. The edges of his vision went black- after all he had done to keep himself alive on that day, was he going to die to a heart attack in the bath? He felt like he was going to die. 

"Bilbo?"

The one word, through the door, gave him pause. His breath hitched but he turned his head, hearing it again. The owner's identity came to him slowly through thoughts that mixed and melded, exhaustion and panic weighing heavily upon him; Thorin. It was Thorin. And Bilbo suddenly had the awful, aching urge to be held in the arms of the outlaw once more- just as they had in their bedrolls under the excuse of sharing warmth, just as they had in the last hotel, and for the first time in the one before that. Because Thorin's arms meant safety, despite the glares and the lack of conversation throughout the day.  When night fell, he had come to realize, was when Thorin became how Bilbo knew him.

"Thorin," his voice was rough. "I'll- I'll be out in a moment."

There was a pause as if Thorin was considering something but simply called an affirmative. Bilbo, very shakily, stood and stepped out of the tub, pulling one of the hotel's robes off a hook and wrapping it around himself. He fumbled with the tie but was able to get it with some trial and error before taking a deep breath and stumbling toward the door. Everything about his body felt weak and useless. He felt like he had been the one shot rather than the dead man who now rotted in that clearing.  He shook the image from his head as he put his hand on the doorknob, flinging water from his hair. No. He would not spiral again. He could not spiral again. All the emotion that was building in his chest would be gone come morning, he was sure- it would not do to show this weakness, especially to Thorin or the rest of the company. No, he had been enough of a drag on this journey- he would not saddle them with his own woes born from his inexperience. 

He took another breath and opened the door. Expecting to see the hallway, you can understand his surprise when his eyes met the chest of Thorin Durinsen, who had, apparently, been waiting outside the washroom door. 

"You waited," he said, though that was fairly evident by Thorin's presence. The outlaw peered down at him, his icy blue eyes no longer full of malice but rather concern and scrutiny. He was no longer wearing his coats and furs, stripped to a clean-looking linen shirt and trousers. His belt and holster remained- Bilbo had slept next to the man enough to know that the gun didn't come off until he was ready to get under the covers. 

"And you look like shit," Thorin very astutely observed. Bilbo swallowed, not having the energy to make a quip in response.

"Yeah, well," Bilbo replied, his voice weak. He cleared his throat, but it did nothing. "What did you need me for?"

Thorin frowned, staring at him as if the answer to his question was obvious. "You've been in here an hour, Bilbo. I- We're worried."

"Worried?" Bilbo croaked, though he tried his very hardest not to croak. "Why would you be worried? I was- I was simply taking a long bath. It's been a while since- since I've had one, you know."

"Aye, this is true," Thorin said, "but you also killed a man for the first time today."

Bilbo blanched, feeling his forced easy expression falling. Thorin's brows twitched in response.

"And what of it?" Bilbo asked, feeling that panic rise once more in his chest. "I- what of it, Thorin?"

The outlaw's frown deepened. "Are... you alright?"

Stirring in his chest, the grief and anger and fear and panic created something of a perfect storm in him. One that was too much to reach his face beyond his eyes, and one that overwhelmed him so much that he needed something to stop it. Some balm that would freeze time and allow him to burn away some of it before it burned him first. 

So, on little more than reflex, he reached out, grabbed Thorin's collar, and pulled him down into a kiss. 

Kissing was nothing they hadn't done before. Sure, Bilbo had been rather shocked by the notion at first -- two men, he had been told, were not suited for such an act, but the way Thorin had pulled him close that first time made him think otherwise -- but in time he had come around to it. But this was something different. This was something urgent, something pleading, something desperate. He pulled Thorin closer and overbalanced himself, stumbling backward, but Thorin's hands were on his shoulders to steady him, then they were on his neck, in his damp curls. 

It wasn't pretty- it was all clacking teeth and uncomfortable angles, but it had the desired effect. For a few blissful seconds as Thorin's hands found their way to Bilbo's hips, his mind went blank of any of the day's horrors. As his hands let go of Thorin's collar and found their way to his chest, Bilbo found he could think of nothing else but Thorin's lips. He couldn't breathe- he didn't want to breathe. But then Thorin's hands were on his shoulders again and he was pulling back; Bilbo whined and chased his lips, needing the calm that kissing Thorin provided. But Thorin pushed him away before Bilbo could nip his lower lip back and stared down at him, slightly panting, with the most concern he had ever seen in his eyes.

"Bilbo, talk to me." 

A hand reached up to caress his face and a thumb swiped under his eye- it was then that Bilbo realized he had started crying, the tears rushing down his face in rivers.

"Oh," was all Bilbo could say before his breath hitched, he sniffed once, and then sobbed, curling in on himself. Thorin made a small noise and pulled him close, his hand on the back of Bilbo's head as the smaller man cried into Thorin's shoulder. 

"I know," Thorin murmured. "I know."

And Bilbo didn't feel like Thorin was lying when he said that. Thorin did know. He knew what it was like to take a life for the first time, how it felt, what went through one's mind.

"I don't want to-"

"Shh," Thorin whispered into Bilbo's hair. "I know." The smaller man choked on another sob. 

After awhile, Bilbo's cries abated and he pulled back, rubbing the heels of his palms into his eyes. He sniffed, and Thorin caressed his cheek again, causing Bilbo to drop his hands and look up. 

"What's going through your mind, ghivashel?"

And there was one of those words that Bilbo didn't know the meaning of but loved all the same because of the tenderness with which they were said. He sighed shakily, leaning into Thorin's hand. 

"I can't"- he swallowed thickly -"Can't we wait to speak on it? I don't think I..."

"I understand," Thorin said gently, rubbing his thumb along Bilbo's soft cheekbone. Bilbo sighed again, feeling the exhaustion catch up with him as he let his eyes flutter shut against the warmth of Thorin's palm. "You're dead on your feet. Let's go upstairs."

Bilbo nodded but felt cold as Thorin pulled his hand away. Still, he unsteadily followed his leader up the stairs and to the farthest room at the end of the hall, slightly away from the others. It seemed that it was Bilbo and Thorin together again that night. Not that Bilbo was complaining.

Thorin sat on the bed and pulled Bilbo to him, and with a gaze illuminated only by the high moon outside the window, he put his hands on either side of Bilbo's face and brought him down for a gentle kiss. One of tenderness and comfort. It was not a balm or something to wipe away the thoughts of the day- no, this was something that soothed them, a comfort not in the absence of his despair but in concern for it. It was like a damp, cool towel on a blisteringly hot day; like a mother holding a child through a thunderstorm, teaching them to count the time between a peal of thunder and the lightning that followed, listening as it traveled far away. 

They did not talk any more that night. The next day, they would hang back in the hotel and speak in hushed tones as the rest of the company no doubt dined or went about their day of rest before they had to embark once more. Bilbo would tell Thorin of his plights, Thorin would relate and tell him that it got easier with time, though Bilbo had a hard time believing that. He would ask why Thorin glared at him the day before and Thorin would, rather bashfully, admit that the anger had been borne from worry. "I thought I'd lost you," he'd said, suddenly hoarse. Bilbo kissed the sorrow away as Thorin had done the night before. 

But it was still night, and none of that had yet happened. Bilbo still sat on Thorin's lap, and the gentleness that gripped them in the darkness was necessary. Thorin's hands were kind, his lips upon Bilbo's were slow, and in spite of how the world had seemed to crash down around him, he felt at peace enough to lay within Thorin's arms and sleep. 

[lucradiss]

Dude please tell me about ur amnesia house fic?????????? I wanna know more???

I'll talk more about it in 2 parts!! First will be just general info about updating and after will be just. little fun things to tie you over First! I will have an update out soon. My beta and I are in the throes of finals season and we're working hard to get everything done. I am writing mostly as a cool-down right now and have another fic that I'm writing in my free time that requires less manpower than The 5 W's. The next update should be out very soon-- 4.5 is being beta'd the minute I can get Rocky (my beta) to look it over! Chapters will, however, come a little slower after that point. I am finishing school then immediately going home to visit my parents and introduce my boyfriend to my family, so I likely won't be doing much writing. I have a lot of book 5 written, but it needs tweaking and adding-onto, so it's nowhere near done. So chapters for that will be slow, but hopefully consistent. Now for the fun! House's amnesia is used primarily as a narrative device. It's not at all indicative of how amnesia works in the real world. He's completely functional both as a person and as a doctor, but has lost all interpersonal memory-- that is definitely not how amnesia works, and I know that. I'm not a doctor!! I'm an author!! and the world is what I make it!! That being said I thought it'd be really funny to have House forget all the media he's ever watched or consumed as well. Bro does NOT know Prescription Passion he gets to re-experience it!!!

House's prosthetic leg (as in my fic, if you haven't read it, he cuts his leg off) is black with red and orange flames, just like his cane. He and Cuddy cut off all his pants and hemmed them so that he could show off his bitchin' prosthesis, so he walks around the hospital like he owns the place.

He and Cuddy have weekly movie nights that they very strictly adhere to! They watch movies, old and new, because House doesn't remember them at all due to his amnesia. He's getting back to his quoting pop culture ways, albeit slowly.

House's tastes in food have not changed! He loves shitty Chinese and pizza, but now that he doesn't really know what he likes, he's trying a lot of new stuff. Anything foreign around, he'll try it. He's having fun with it.

If there's any questions you have about the series or about the characters, please shoot them my way whether it be in DM's or in my inbox. I'm happy to talk about this fic or any others that I have!

[lucradiss]

'"No.”

Bilbo growled deep in the back of his throat in his frustration. They had been back and forth for hours and Thorin hadn’t budged an inch. Bilbo had brought up every point he had concocted in the last seventeen years of their marriage and, with rational reasoning or otherwise, Thorin had dismissed each one out of hand. It was infuriating! It was inane! Bilbo would not stand for it.

“Thorin, there’s a reason you trained me all those years ago.”

“And how long has it been since you’ve picked up your blade? You are unready for and unknowing of the dangers that lay ahead on the road to Erebor. You will perish before we reach Bree!”

The hobbit scoffed. “You’re ridiculous.”'

Chapter 2, Until the World is Remade Read Chapter 2 HERE Read from Chapter 1 HERE

Happy Sunday! Here's chapter 2 for anyone who's reading :] it's quite a bit longer than chapter 1 but! It was fun. Hope you enjoy!

[lucradiss]

“The minute Thorin walked through the door, Bilbo knew that the world would change.

It was sixty years coming and Bilbo had seen it from the moment they’d met. There was a hardness in Thorin’s eyes that could never be chased, a yearning for a place far from here that Bilbo could never satisfy. There would be a day, he knew, when that yearning would manifest. It was a promise in the way that stories are often promises; Thorin’s words on the beauty of his home, his curses on the wyrm that usurped it, his lament for the well-being of his people as they slowly began to thrive in Ered Luin. It was a promise, though Thorin had never said, that the mountain would be someday reclaimed and restored to its former glory. Thorin would often tell him of Erebor’s great halls and between his words would be his desire to return. Thorin would tell him of the crispness of the air, and within his breaths there was the discontent that always settled beneath his skin.”

Read past paragraph one on AO3!!

New fic alert!! It’s that Bilbo and Thorin Married AU I was talking about awhile ago!! Basically, Bilbo and Thorin fell in love and got married 17 years before the quest began, but due to fear of intolerance and issues with status, they have to keep their marriage secret throughout the journey to Erebor.

Will they be able to keep that secret? Or will their ruse blow up in their faces? Read to find out!

Updates every Sunday!

[conkers-thecosy]

?????????? I have no words??? This is amazing, what the Heck??? @lucradiss you're so clever and talented, look at this, it's beautiful!! Bilbo looks so stressed and Thorin looks so worried and you just brought the whole scene to life, and I'm gonna cry???

This is amazing!! This is amazing!!! 💛💛

'“Perhaps a story?” Gandalf suggested, far too innocently. “I believe I have just the tale for such a night as this!”

“I bet you do,” Bilbo muttered from above.

“One about a wolf and a hobbit,” Gandalf continued, either not hearing Bilbo’s annoyance, or just ignoring him entirely. “A member of our very own company, in fact.”'

-@conkers-theficwriter, Chapter 1 of Poet

AO3 is down, which gave me the motivation to actually do something productive! And I've been wanting to draw this scene since I read it. Anyway when AO3 is back up, read Conkers' series!! (Part one is Soldier!)

[ao3feed-thehobbit]

This Time, there will be So Much Love

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/QvKM4uB

by lucradiss

"This is the ending where you finally find your way home and the ancient terror inside of you is stomped out for good."

-Jonny Bolduc, 'Ending'

---

Or, the one in which: Sixty years ago, Bilbo lost the man he loved to the horrors of war. Time does not heal wounds but it allows them to scar, and Bilbo, on the eve of his 111th birthday, had found himself content. That is, until he woke up on the floor, fifty-one years old again, surrounded once more by dwarves with plans of adventure.

Updates every Friday!

Words: 2847, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of The Hobbit Time Travel Fix-It

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Thorin's Company, Óin (Tolkien), Glóin (Tolkien), Ori (Tolkien), Nori (Tolkien), Dori (Tolkien), Dwalin (Tolkien), Balin (Tolkien), Fíli (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien), Bombur (Tolkien), Bofur (Tolkien), Bifur (Tolkien), Gandalf | Mithrandir, Lord Elrond, Thranduil (Tolkien), Legolas Greenleaf, Tauriel (Hobbit Movies)

Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins & Thorin's Company, Bilbo Baggins & Gandalf | Mithrandir, Kíli (Tolkien)/Tauriel (Hobbit Movies)

Additional Tags: Hurt Bilbo Baggins, BAMF Bilbo Baggins, Eventual Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Time Travel Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, That's a spoiler but I am clarifying that nobody dies, because that's what I'm fixing with the time travel fix it, doesn't mean nobody gets hurt bc ppl definitely get hurt, see the first tag, No Beta we die like Thorin Oakenshield, even if he doesn't in this fic, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Sassy Bilbo Baggins, Bilbo Baggins speaks Sindarin, Bilbo Baggins speaks Khuzdul, Sindarin, Abuse of Khuzdul, Follows the Movies mostly, Because I haven't read the books since I was a kid, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sharing a Bed, Not Canon Compliant, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Poor Bilbo, Bilbo is So Done, Old Bilbo Baggins, But also, Young Bilbo Baggins, Because he Time Travels yk, Minor Kíli/Tauriel

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/QvKM4uB

[ao3feed-tolkien]

This Time, there will be So Much Love

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/bWtiTZ6

by lucradiss

"This is the ending where you finally find your way home and the ancient terror inside of you is stomped out for good."

-Jonny Bolduc, 'Ending'

---

Or, the one in which: Sixty years ago, Bilbo lost the man he loved to the horrors of war. Time does not heal wounds but it allows them to scar, and Bilbo, on the eve of his 111th birthday, had found himself content. That is, until he woke up on the floor, fifty-one years old again, surrounded once more by dwarves with plans of adventure.

Updates every Friday!

Words: 2847, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of The Hobbit Time Travel Fix-It

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Thorin's Company, Óin (Tolkien), Glóin (Tolkien), Ori (Tolkien), Nori (Tolkien), Dori (Tolkien), Dwalin (Tolkien), Balin (Tolkien), Fíli (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien), Bombur (Tolkien), Bofur (Tolkien), Bifur (Tolkien), Gandalf | Mithrandir, Lord Elrond, Thranduil (Tolkien), Legolas Greenleaf, Tauriel (Hobbit Movies)

Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins & Thorin's Company, Bilbo Baggins & Gandalf | Mithrandir, Kíli (Tolkien)/Tauriel (Hobbit Movies)

Additional Tags: Hurt Bilbo Baggins, BAMF Bilbo Baggins, Eventual Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Time Travel Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, That's a spoiler but I am clarifying that nobody dies, because that's what I'm fixing with the time travel fix it, doesn't mean nobody gets hurt bc ppl definitely get hurt, see the first tag, No Beta we die like Thorin Oakenshield, even if he doesn't in this fic, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Sassy Bilbo Baggins, Bilbo Baggins speaks Sindarin, Bilbo Baggins speaks Khuzdul, Sindarin, Abuse of Khuzdul, Follows the Movies mostly, Because I haven't read the books since I was a kid, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sharing a Bed, Not Canon Compliant, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Poor Bilbo, Bilbo is So Done, Old Bilbo Baggins, But also, Young Bilbo Baggins, Because he Time Travels yk, Background Fíli/Tauriel

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/bWtiTZ6

[mithrilhearts]

AND NOW TO YELL OUTSIDE THE TAGS!!!!

Everyone LOOK!!! LOOK!!!!! This is one of my favorite scenes from this fic, and to see it brought to life so beautifully, it brings so many wonderful feelios to my little heart. It’s completely and utterly perfect, and I’m still so baffled this art eXISTS.

THE DETAILS! THE BILBO! THE THORIN! THE WARGS!!!

Thank you so, so, so, so much @lucradiss!!! I am going to be thinking about this all day!!!

"Between Thorin and the three wargs that were slowly stalking his way, who was angrier?

Those bright blue eyes seemed to glow like flames of their own as he dug his claws into the ground and then pushed himself to his feet. That glow between the scales of his throat becoming visible again as he let those wings of his, injured as they might have been from the scuffle, spread and make him as large and imposing as possible, another loud and menacing growl erupted and echoed from Thorin take made the ears of those wargs tip back with a whine. Bilbo’s own had dropped at the sound, as piercing as it was."

-@lordoftherazzles, Dragonhearted

AO3 IS BACK! I've been waiting to post this so that I could include the excerpt because this is one of my FAVORITE parts of Dragonhearted! Combat is so hard to write and Razzles does it beautifully. Beauty and the Beast AUs are so tricky to get right and honestly this is the best one I've read to date out of any fandom I've been in. So PLEASE make sure to give it and any other of Razzles' fics a read it will be so worth it I promise