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[mithrilhearts]

Old married couple syndrome. 😂

I love the idea of the "old married couple snydrome", I really do, and I hope this hits some of the marks anyway. Bickering and fussing over one another is how I look at it, so here we go! Some -during the quest- words!

-> Sickeningly Sweet Romantic Cliches Bingo (send me a square!)

Lake-town. It was one of the final steps in getting to the mountain, even if the means of getting here were less than favorable. The stench of fish seemed to radiate from every member of the company and it made Thorin’s nose burn. It would take weeks to pluck every scale from his hair, he wagered, but that wasn’t the biggest concern at the forefront of his mind. Securing food, weaponry, and warmth was first on the list, and then figuring out everything else would come.

Once out of the cold air, which provided a little relief, Thorin remained rather quiet, listening to the idle grumblings of his company and watching as Bard’s children began passing out a change of clothes and getting their wet attire hung by the fire. It wasn’t ideal, but it was safe enough for now. No orcs, no elven arrows–and no dragon, thankfully.

Already changed and simply observing the morale of everyone around him, Thorin felt his attention pulled towards their fourteenth man. Hobbits were hardly meant for adventures like these, but Bilbo had proven himself time and time again that he was far from ordinary. That wasn’t to say that he was indestructible though. Between those chattering teeth and purple lips, Thorin knew the signs of a cold when it came to the common folk. Pretty soon Bilbo would start sneezing, his nose would be red, and no doubt become dreadfully insufferable.

“A bit of tea, if you would,” Thorin asked in the most neutral of tones as he stopped the oldest girl of Bard’s, eyes still fixed on Bilbo who was now huddled in some muted blueish gray blanket, a coat sitting in his lap.

“You’ll be better off if you put that on instead of chattering away in your wet clothes, no amount of blankets are going to stop a cold,” Thorin announced upon his approach towards Bilbo, taking in even more details of the hobbit’s condition. Red tipped ears, that nose was already turning a touch scarlet from those soft sniffles, but at least he had the decency to give Thorin his attention.

“Once I can feel my toes again.”

Bilbo was practically curled into himself, almost like a ball while sitting on the floor. Thorin gave a soft sigh, perhaps a little exasperated as he tugged the coat from Bilbo’s lap and moved around towards the hobbit’s front. “No, now. A sick burglar is of no use to me, just put it on.”

“It’s fine, Thorin.”

“You’re going to catch a cold and I’m not going to listen to you nag.”

“I don’t nag.”

“You nag when you’re uncomfortable, now put it on.”

“What are you, my mother?”

They continued like this to the point where Thorin was tugging off that blanket from around Bilbo’s shoulders and trying to force the hobbit into that coat that would be far more beneficial. The hobbit was naturally griping about it, landing lazy swats against Thorin’s arms before being bundled in a coat, and then a blanket, and another. Bilbo looked like a small mountain of fabric, a head poking out with his hands bunched in the blankets.

“Da?” Sigrid asked Bard who was alternating between watching the window near the door, as well as the ongoings within his living room. “Da, are they married?” She whispered, a steaming cup of tea in her hands upon a saucer.

“I’m not sure, though I did not spot any rings,” Bard answered just as quietly, eyes flickering towards one fussy dwarf and one buried-in-blankets-hobbit.

“You and ma used to bicker like that all the time. It’s incredibly sweet,” Sigrid sighed dreamily, almost longingly at the thought before setting off to deliver the tea as kindly requested. Earning a small glance from both Bilbo and Thorin, she extended her hands towards the dwarf with a fond curve to her lips. “For your husband.”

And the whole room came to a screeching halt.

Fili was the first one to laugh, followed by Kili even if he was weak to match the enthusiasm. Then it seemed the rest of them burst into chuckles and idle comments that made both Thorin and Bilbo turn red in the face.

“What? Have I made a joke?” Sigrid asked, looking a little statue-like while under the scrutiny of all of these dwarvish men, but as the teacup was taken from her with a shaky hand, she then pressed that little saucer towards her chest. “Have I made offense?”

“Don’t worry, lassie,” Bofur chimed in, a waterlogged pipe in his mouth. “They just act like that.” Ever since the burning pines, anyway. “Give it some time though,” Bofur muttered around the stem of his pipe for only his ears and those sitting directly next to him to hear.

“Thank you for the tea,” Thorin spoke lowly, but not unkindly, while still kneeling in front of Bilbo whose hands were poking out of the blankets to take the teacup and try to warm up, per Thorin’s fussy instruction.

Husband. What a thought, but the more Thorin and Bilbo both mulled over it…this was how their respective parents squabbled as well. The rosy shade that coated now both of their sets of ears never seemed to cease, not with all eyes on them and Thorin’s constant fussing being something worth teasing about.

At least until Thorin’s eyes settled on a dwarvish wind lance just outside of Bard’s home…

[mithrilhearts]

Totally going to lock in “from bickering to passionate make-out” 😏

Okayokayokay, I had initially...so many scattered ideas about this one, but you know how the rest of the planning went. So here we go, my last February prompt with our favorite modern au, Bookbinder//Songwriter!

**It leads to spicy, but no actual spicy is written.

-> Sickeningly Sweet Romantic Cliches Bingo

It was everyone’s favorite time of year–tax season. Or at least, it would be without a few weeks, and Bilbo was already stressing over it, much to Thorin’s dismay. It put Bilbo in a sour mood time and time again, and while Thorin genuinely knew the root of the problem, he couldn’t help but feel a bit put off as well. Though he said nothing to further light the short fuse that Bilbo seemed to have the past few days. Bilbo had been more than reasonable during Thorin’s testy moments, and now it was time to return the favor.

Lazing about on the sofa with Deathless in his lap, Thorin had most certainly made himself comfortable and at home. Bilbo’s townhouse was becoming far more than just a second home to him, and more and more items began being housed over here, such as a guitar, some clothes and other necessities, and Thorin himself!

Strumming away lightly, barely audible notes being plucked along the strings while Bilbo sat at the kitchen counter fussing over papers and the tax program on his laptop, Thorin just kept relatively quiet. It had occurred to him that leaving was an option to give Bilbo his space, but he’d done that yesterday. And the day before that. Of course, he wasn’t going to bitch about spending time with his nephews and then getting a beer or two with Dwalin as well. It had been fun, but the silence enveloping the townhouse was just awkward.

Then Bilbo broke it with a heavy sigh and what sounded like pressing some keys far too forcefully on his keyboard.

Bravely, Thorin opened his mouth. “You know, if you keep smashing the same buttons over and over, that doesn’t make it work faster,” he teased, trying to bring some humor into the room and being met with very little tolerance in response.

“Thank you Captain Obvious, I got that,” Bilbo grumbled, not even daring to look into the living room where Thorin was sprawled. Despite the notes being soft as can be, with a series of numbers and error messages smashing into Bilbo’s brain, he finally had to snap. “Can you stop? I’m trying to think and I can’t do that when you’re doing that!”

Whatever strumming Thorin had been doing stopped abruptly. “Alright.”

Guilt hit Bilbo instantly as he could practically feel the air in the room drop, matching Thorin’s expression, just as it had the other man’s tone, and that only made Bilbo’s head throb even more. Thorin had been way too reasonable with his stressed-out and snappy behavior, and honestly, what Bilbo wouldn’t give to just have someone verbally set him straight. It made no sense, Thorin could be grumbly just as he could! Why was he being so compliant and tolerable?

“Why are you doing that?” Bilbo grumbled again, finally slapping a stack of papers on the counter and facing the sofa where Thorin was and earning an arched brow in response. If he was looking to pick a fight, Thorin didn’t look like he was willing to give him one.

“Doing what? I stopped as you asked.”

“Exactly! You were barely making any sound and I snapped at you! Unreasonably so, and it’s getting on my nerves!” He huffed. “Why aren’t we fighting? It’s normal for real couples to fight, so stop being reasonable! Fight me, get mad, yell back, something!” Lobelia had said that only real couples fought (alongside many other things when voicing her disapproval of Thorin Durinul), and yet Thorin wasn’t indulging in any of that. It made Bilbo doubt when he knew better.

“You want me to fight you in order to be a ‘real couple’?” Thorin mused, making it sound even stupider than it had when Bilbo said it.

“Yes!”

Thorin was setting aside his guitar and wandering over towards where Bilbo was seated at the counter, folding his arms in the process. That stern look he sported was one of agitation and annoyance that Bilbo had seen a time or two, but never directed at him. “You’re right, you are being fucking unreasonable,” Thorin huffed, meeting Bilbo’s glare with one of his own, and if he wasn’t mistaken, Bilbo looked rather eager for whatever onslaught Thorin was about to unleash. “But you have every reason to be, so no, I’m not going to fight you.”

As soon as Thorin’s expression began to soften, not giving in to Bilbo’s absurd claims and desires, Bilbo’s mouth was opening to object. “You listen to me, Thorin Durinul, if you think I’m going to sit here and–mmph…” Silenced by a kiss that ran far deeper than Bilbo’s annoyance at both numbers and insufferable relatives. “Thorin…” Bilbo sighed once his mouth was freed, though his tone lacked the bite it once had, especially with the other man pressing kisses to his jawline and neck. “What are you doing…?” As if Bilbo didn’t know.

“Helping you with your taxes, I’m very good with numbers,” Thorin purred against Bilbo’s neck, hands moving to let his hands roam across Bilbo’s frame and get a headstart on the buttons of his shirt.

“This isn’t productive.”

Though Bilbo was hardly objecting and Thorin knew it. A set of hands had latched to the back of Thorin’s nape. “Mm, you’re right, but I do believe it will come to you easier if you’re less stressed. I’m de-stressing you.” Slipping back to claim Bilbo’s mouth again instead of allowing any other objections to come out, Thorin practically sank against his seated boyfriend, feeling those gentle tugs at the hairs at his nape, the puffs of air being shared between them for brief moments, and letting his hands slide down until they’d hooked beneath Bilbo’s thighs to hoist him up from his seat.

“Are you done wanting to fight me, yet?” Thorin asked, barely pulling away and adjusting Bilbo in his arms so that he could be carried around easier.

“I’m better…but…I still need to do my taxes…” Bilbo made some half-assed glance towards his computer before quickly being carried away.

“Did you not hear what I said? I’m de-stressing you, and then it will come.” Thorin was backpedaling towards the sofa, a cheeky look on his face as expected. “Welcome to H&R Cock, if you’ll step into my office we can settle those nasty in-come taxes of yours to ensure you get the most coming back to you.”

“You’re terrible.”

“I’m sure you’ll find my services to be most satisfactory or your money back guaranteed.”

[mithrilhearts]

Hello hello 👋🏻 so for the February writer event thing - my tiny ask is a kissing in the rain scene after a misunderstanding between Thorin & Bilbo? 👀 thank uuuuu

A KISS IN THE RAIN (WITH MISUNDERSTANDINGS) ✨ ↳ NOW ON AO3!

King and Lionheart by LordOfTheRazzles

The door to his chambers was propped open, no doubt from the food having to be carried in, but it was the sound of Bilbo’s disgruntled voice that caught Thorin off guard as he stood outside, simply listening against the door for a moment as Bilbo was talking with Bofur, he assumed.

“She’s a wretched creature! Barging into someone’s home and acting like she owns the place. She’s overly pushy and I know she doesn’t like me much, but for the sake of him…she puts on a front. I can tell. Bofur, I don’t know what I’m going to do, it’s not like Thorin can do anything about it!”

“I can’t do anything about what?” Thorin asked grimly, every ounce of his good mood gone as his gaze was more thunderous than it was full of mirth like it had been some few moments ago.

“Oh, Thorin…it–it’s nothing. It’s my problem, you needn’t worry about it,” Bilbo stammered, looking a bit pink in the cheeks as he scuffed his bare sole against the ground, eyes looking towards Bofur for what had to be a cry for help.

“I was just helping Bilbo get the platters in here for your dinner! Or is it supper? I can never keep ‘em straight. Judging by the smell, you’re in for a treat.” Bofur even clapped a hand against Thorin’s stiff arm, pulling a face at the tenseness before scurrying off.

[mithrilhearts]

For the Sickeningly Sweet Romantic Cliches: After-sex breakfast in bed >:) it was put there specifically for me to choose, it's so HHHSKDHSKD ❤️🌸🤲

Okay okay okay, but this is a PERFECT prompt for Bookbinder//Songwriter after the Valentine's Day chapter I dropped! PERFECTION, STAR.

-> Bookbinder//Songwriter (I Was Made For Loving You)

-> Sickeningly Sweet Romantic Cliches Bingo (send me a square!)

Thorin was a man of his word, and while last night his commentary about eggs and toast may have been in good fun, waking up at a reasonable hour, the idea struck him as soon as he caught a glance from the sleeping lump next to him. A mess of dark golden curls, a few snorts for snores blowing through his nose, and Thorin wasn’t going to bring up the string of drool that exited the corner of Bilbo’s mouth. He looked like a mess–but that was Thorin’s beautiful mess!

A kiss pressed to those curls, carefully pushing a few of them away from Bilbo’s face and Thorin was clambering his way out of bed to start getting a few things ready for the day. Having already spent some nights here before, it only seemed natural to keep a second set of necessities, a few extra pairs of clothes for those nights when Thorin stayed instead of toting around this and that for unexpected occasions.

With hair thrown up and teeth brushed at the very least, Thorin was in the kitchen trying to be quiet while rummaging about Bilbo’s cabinets and fridge. Eggs, some bread, and of course Bilbo was the type to have an assortment of jams to choose from.

So long as he didn’t burn the damn toast then Thorin would consider it all a success. In addition to the plans that Thorin had with the food, finding a bit of shredded cheese for the eggs would add a little bit of something. Anything to help his rather shoddy cooking skills. If all else failed, Thorin supposed they could order in, but…funds were also something to keep an eye on.

One worry at a time, for now, Thorin kept himself focused on not burning Bilbo’s townhouse to the ground.

==========

Bilbo stirred finally, yawning wide and long as he rubbed his face a bit against his pillow. The world was blurry as he began to pry his eyes open, and that wasn’t just because he was lacking his spectacles right now. Exhaustion from last night was ultimately the cause, but honestly, he couldn’t be the slightest bit annoyed at that. A little coffee and surely that energy would float right back to him.

Mm, coffee, it sounded so nice right about now.

Reaching for his glasses, patting at the side table next to his bed, and fixing them onto his face, Bilbo began to roll. “Good morning, Thori–” But there was no one on the other side of the bed, just an empty spot of wrinkled sheets where Thorin had once been, and it left Bilbo perplexed. Rubbing at his eyes beneath his glasses and stifling a yawn, Bilbo finally moved to sit up properly and begin his hunt for Thorin, but it was the smell of freshly brewed coffee that both delighted his nose and told him exactly where the other man had wandered off to.

The door eased open quietly with a small creak, Thorin’s hip doing the work as a small tray (a cookie sheet because Thorin was nothing if not adaptable) was in his hands. “Well, isn’t that quite a sight…” Thorin chuckled upon studying Bilbo’s appearance. Tired eyes, curls going in every direction imaginable, it was adorable as it always was.

“And look at you, I’m getting the royal treatment,” Bilbo squeaked while he stretched up nice and tall, a wide yawn escaping his mouth to help cast aside his sleepiness. “Food brought to my bed on a silver…cookie sheet?” Not quite a platter, but Bilbo appreciated the effort all the same. “I figured you were teasing me about making breakfast.” Bilbo reached over and flicked on the lamp, the curtains blocked out a great deal of the natural light that often lit this room. “Eggs and toast? Minimal burning?”

“Precisely,” Thorin confirmed as he moved to set the makeshift tray alongside a nearby dresser, handing over a plate, a fork, and a hot cup of coffee. “Consider the slightly darker spots as being…extra flavor.” But nothing was ruined, not by a long shot! Thorin had to admit to himself that he was pretty proud of this spread, even if it was a little on the boring side. “And since when do you start carrying around blueberry jam? I thought blackberry or strawberry was your flavor of choice.”

Bilbo already had a corner of toast wedged into his mouth, naturally. “Since you started staying here,” he asked between chomps, a grin forming on his lips as his cheeks puffed out, in which Thorin didn’t resist reaching out to pinch one of those cheeks this time. “Hey!” Bilbo huffed around his food, swatting one hand towards the playful hand that tickled across his cheek.

Bilbo really did look like a little hamster stuffing away seeds.

Thorin sat at the edge of the bed, a plate in his lap and munching away at toast just as Bilbo was. It may not have been a grand buffet of a spread, but Bilbo seemed to be enjoying it considering the way he was inhaling it. It helped keep Thorin’s grin in place–the way to a man’s heart truly was through his stomach, wasn’t it? For Bilbo, this seemed to ring true, even if Thorin wasn’t the world’s greatest cook.

“You look extra smiley today,” Bilbo observed, a sip from his coffee mug and matching that cheerful and absolutely besotted look that Thorin was staring at him with.

“I’m just wearing the smile you gave me last night.” A dose of pink began to spread across Thorin’s cheeks, illuminating the tip of his nose.

“It’s my new favorite look of yours.”

If Bilbo kept this up, smile lines were going to be a permanent feature across Thorin’s face. Especially when Bilbo surged forward, careful not to spill his coffee, and pressed his lips to Thorin’s. A delightful taste of sweet blueberry, combined with the bitterness of coffee. Now, if every morning could be like this, Thorin was sure he could die a happy man.

Little by little, that well-deserved happiness was falling in his lap, and perhaps a little toast with blueberry jam was as well.

[mithrilhearts]

hiiii razzle!!!

for the Sickeningly Sweet Romantic Cliches could you do "having a dream about them" please??? i'm so excited about this event!!!!

Awww yesss! More Bookbinder//Songwriter worthy prompts!! I had two different ideas for this one and decided to go the more spicy route. It's not super spicy, but you can just...imagine what happened afterward, ehuehuehue.

Thanks @sunnyrosewritesstuff for convincing me that my last two prompts were smut worthy lol

-> Sickeningly Sweet Romantic Cliches Bingo

Just another day, another book sale, and perhaps Bilbo would work on rearranging the shelves. It was one of those boring Wednesdays at Bag End Books that Bilbo so loathed, but it also gave him time to reorganize, as well as jot a few ideas down for the short story he had been working on during his free time. It was just that slow time of year, but there was bound to be a burst of energy within the shop in due time. Belladonna was planning a book club, and even trying to get some small authors in the shop to speak to other aspiring writers or just fans. Anything to bring more publicity to the little bookshop on the corner.

It didn’t help Bilbo’s bored mind at the moment as he sat at the front desk on a stool, scribbling away words with one hand keeping his head propped. That is until the little bell over the door sounded off with a light chime, and instantly Bilbo’s heart went into a flutter.

Pushing his glasses up and lifting his gaze to meet Thorin walking in with a paper bag in his hands, one grin was met with another.

“Delivery for Baggins, straight from the kitchen of Radagast’s, no soggy fries included,” Thorin announced as he plopped the paper bag on the counter, careful to avoid Bilbo’s notebook. “Slow day?”

“Absolutely,” Bilbo chuckled, reaching for the bag and instantly fishing out his box of hot food and starting to pluck away at some seasoned fries before humming in delight at the taste. “My hero,” Bilbo sang softly, resisting the urge to slap Thorin’s wrist as he dared to take a part of Bilbo’s food, but it was probably a fair trade. Thorin saved his afternoon with an unexpected box of food, and Bilbo allowed him a fry or two.

“Do you need help with anything? I’m picking up the boys from daycare today, so I have a little time to kill before I need to set off,” Thorin placed his hands at his waist, looking at the shop in all of it’s…very wordy glory. It was different each and every time. Books shuffled around, a few shelves moved to different walls, it always kept you on your toes, which was probably a good thing from a customer point of view.

“Give me something to think about for the rest of the day,” Bilbo started, tapping his pencil against his notebook as a clear indicator that he was looking for a story. Or maybe it was only clear to him. “I have another…four hours of this nonsense before closing.” He sighed, until Thorin slipped the notebook away, and earned a food sputtered huff in response. “Hey! That’s not ready for reading yet…or reading at all!”

“Sounds to me like you’re hiding something, what have we got here.” Holding the notebook out of reach and relaxing against the counter, Thorin immediately began to skim, occasionally lifting his eyes to watch Bilbo’s face turn redder than the ketchup in one corner of that styrofoam to-go box. “Mm, spicy romance. What’s the problem with it?”

“It’s just…I’m struggling with some of the descriptive words. I feel like my brain just shut off entirely…”

“You could always cut the scene?”

“But it’s a groundbreaking moment for my characters! I can’t just…cut the scene,” Bilbo whined, stuffing another fry into his mouth and fiercely tapping the eraser of his pencil against the counter. “Some days I just can’t think. Like, I know what I want to write, but putting it on paper is hard.” It was a typical case of being uninspired, and Bilbo hated those small droughts when it came to his creativity. His life had been so full of wonderful things lately, but no great words were put on paper. “Maybe I’ll just scrap this one.”

“Don’t scrap it. I know when I get into a funk about lyrical writing, sometimes it’s best to step away and return to it later. Find something to inspire and motivate you, or allow others to do that for you,” Thorin smirked, giving the pages another once over before snapping the spiral notebook shut. “It’s very good, but it does lack some emotion in there.” Thorin was rounding the counter, tapping his fingers against the countertop before ending up right at Bilbo’s side. “Think of our first time, what did you feel? What sounds do you remember the most–”

“Your big moans wrapped around my name–”

“Bilbo, focus.” Thorin sternly nudged his elbow into Bilbo’s. “Remember the feeling of touch, of warmth, and convey that onto the page. Your readers will gobble it up, or at least I will.” A wide grin stretched across that bearded face before leaning in as if to press a kiss to the side of Bilbo’s mouth but never making it that far. “Think about the soft moments, that feeling of intoxication when you’re just so close, sharing air and your head spinning.”

And Bilbo’s head promptly began to spin, a light blush coating his cheeks as the tapping of his pencil began to slow.

“Remember the sparks rolling up your spine.”

Those sparks were rolling up Bilbo’s spine right about now as a small sigh escaped his lips and those notes for his short story were long forgotten. “I remember.”

“And if thinking about that doesn’t motivate you and your words, perhaps I just need to remind you about those feelings in real-time. Fresh motivation and inspiration to help fuel the rest of your day,” Thorin teased, pressing a kiss finally to Bilbo’s mouth, feeling the warmth of Bilbo’s skin beneath his lips and finding himself proud to send the other man into a near puddle with just a few words.

“Thorin…I’m working–” Though Bilbo had no desire to fight Thorin’s train of thought.

“You did ask me to give you something to think about for the rest of the day.”

Bilbo puffed out another sigh, one of want and desire as Thorin sank to shift beneath the counter, hidden from view, getting his hands on Bilbo’s belt buckle and zipper.

—-------

“Bilbo?” Thorin hummed against the back of Bilbo’s neck as they were all snuggled up in bed, just as they were more often than not when it came to the midnight hour. “You’re talking in your sleep, love,” He continued to murmur, pressing a kiss to the exposed skin just above the collar of Bilbo’s t-shirt. Though it wasn’t so much talking that Bilbo had been doing to stir Thorin awake as it was those little huffs and hums that sounded far too erotic for Thorin to sleep through.

“Hm?” Bilbo stirred, barely audible as he felt those tender gestures against the back of his neck, and goosebumps began to roll across his arms. “You’re...cruel.” He sighed longingly, tiredly, but also a small dose of agitation to his voice. “I was having a good dream.”

“I could tell.”

To say that Bilbo was pouting would be an understatement, but he couldn’t exactly be mad, what with Thorin continuing to press kisses to his skin, and even move a bit so that he could properly graze his teeth against the skin at the crook of Bilbo’s neck. More of those lovely little hums escaped Bilbo’s lips as he sank into Thorin’s warmth, little sparks rolling up his spine just like his dream.

“What’s better? A dream or reality?”

“Hmm, dream-Thorin brought me food...which definitely sweetens the pot…”

“I’ll make you toast.”

It wasn’t quite french fries and a burger, but it was still exciting all the same, especially for the wee hours of the morning. “I don’t know, Thorin, you just might have to convince me a little bit more.”

“It would be my pleasure.” Or rather, Bilbo’s. Yanking the covers up over their heads, earning a small squeal of delight from Bilbo, Thorin had every bit of confidence that he could compete easily enough with a dream, for those little hums and sighs that had woken him up in the first place were nothing in comparison to the sharp sounds he could yank from Bilbo even through a small fog of exhaustion.

He’d certainly give Bilbo something to think about for the rest of the day–and the day hadn’t even started yet.

[mithrilhearts]

Train station scene for Bagginshield (if airport is easier it's good too I just love trains) 🥺

Fabulous!! This scene came to me so fast that I just HAD to get it out of my system!! This takes place in the Bookbinder//Songwriter AU-verse, and we may see it in the future in a more fleshed-out piece, who knows!

Anyways, train station cliche (in reverse, since most of these are people LEAVING, right? This one is arriving, sue me) here we go.

-> Sickeningly Sweet Romantic Cliches Bingo (send me a square!)

Tick…tick…tick…

It was the only sound that Thorin was truly listening to while standing in the bustling train station waiting on a certain bit of cargo to arrive. Those blue eyes flickered towards the old-fashioned clock hung on the wall, watching the large second hand continue to rotate around and show each second that passed by. Perhaps the clock was too slow, which then forced him to look at his phone for an accurate representation of the time. They were the same, and the train was not on time. It caused him to fidget more, tapping the toe of his boot against the ground and wringing his hands together.

Bilbo had been gone for two weeks, and while Thorin kept himself busy with other odds and ends, there was nothing quite like the eagerness that had settled in his chest when he woke this morning and scrambled for the train station to pick up Bilbo and Belladonna.

The squealing sound of wheels on tracks rang loud in Thorin’s ears, bringing his eyes upwards and a hopeful look across his face. Tucking some hair behind his ear and marching a few steps forward, the train came to a complete halt as the entire locomotive seemed to sigh in exhaustion. And quite loudly at that.

The doors began to slide open and people were filing out with their loved ones, friends, and their bags. Thorin was just looking for two people in particular as he waited anxiously, even going so far as to rise on his toes to try and peer over part of the crowd.

“Thorin!”

Thorin’s heart gave an excited jolt, a grin spreading across his face as Bilbo was weaving through the crowd, having left his bag behind in Belladonna’s care for sake of ease. Thorin trotted forward a few steps, and while he hadn’t expected his significant other to plow into him, Thorin locked his knees at the impact of having Bilbo crash into him and barely managed to touch the ground on the tips of his shoes.

An entanglement of arms and a press of lips to make up for many kisses missed over the past two weeks, and Thorin was sure he might float away with the bliss filling up in his chest. “I missed you,” he’d murmured low towards Bilbo’s ear before squeezing his arms a bit tighter to get a laughing whine from his boyfriend.

“I missed you too. FaceTime doesn’t compare to having the real thing in my arms,” Bilbo chuckled, having pulled back and settled flat on his feet with a bright grin on his face. “How did the gig hunt go?”

“Secured two out of three,” Thorin preened. “And how was your trip? How is your cousin?”

“Drogo is over the moon, so I’d say he’s doing just fine. He and Prim are expecting, and they wanted to tell everyone at once, I thought poor Fosco and Ruby were going to faint at the news. I’m happy for them, Drogo and Prim will be great parents.” Even if the idea of raising kids and whatnot wasn’t in Bilbo’s future, which he was more than okay with, he was still quite happy for the young couple who deserved a great bundle of joy to welcome into their lives. “Happy as I am for them, I am even happier to be back. A small room with a ton of Bagginses and Brandybucks can be more than overwhelming.”

“Thank you for picking us up!” Belladonna waved from behind, rolling two small suitcases, one in each arm. At least until Thorin wandered over and gave the silent request to carry at least one of them. Hers, naturally. Bilbo could roll his own. “Such a gentleman, you really do have a keeper, Bilbo.” Giving Thorin’s cheek a fond pat (perhaps a bit too hard) and squishing his cheek as if he were five again, Belladonna started off.

“It’s my pleasure, now, tell me more about your trip. I know you mentioned visiting your old house and stuff, how was it?” Thorin and Bilbo started their swapping of stories, following behind Belladonna at a close distance and only pausing once when Thorin felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket.

While Bilbo continued elaborating about the old family home, that was when he got a few paces in front of Thorin and came to a halt mid-sentence. “Thorin? Is everything alright?” Watching Thorin stare at the screen of his phone with an uncomfortable grimace was telling in itself.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Trash calls, you know, they’re relentless.” Pocketing his phone after having set it to silence, he took off at a quick stride to catch up and pretend to listen while his mind settled on worrying. Thorin figured it was an issue he could deal with later–an issue he’d been putting off for a few days now.

For that was the third time this week that he’d received a call from Thror Durinul.

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Hello hello 👋🏻 so for the February writer event thing - my tiny ask is a kissing in the rain scene after a misunderstanding between Thorin & Bilbo? 👀 thank uuuuu

20. A KISS IN THE RAIN (WITH MISUNDERSTANDINGS) ✨ ↳ NOW ON AO3!

King and Lionheart by LordOfTheRazzles

The door to his chambers was propped open, no doubt from the food having to be carried in, but it was the sound of Bilbo’s disgruntled voice that caught Thorin off guard as he stood outside, simply listening against the door for a moment as Bilbo was talking with Bofur, he assumed.

“She’s a wretched creature! Barging into someone’s home and acting like she owns the place. She’s overly pushy and I know she doesn’t like me much, but for the sake of him…she puts on a front. I can tell. Bofur, I don’t know what I’m going to do, it’s not like Thorin can do anything about it!”

“I can’t do anything about what?” Thorin asked grimly, every ounce of his good mood gone as his gaze was more thunderous than it was full of mirth like it had been some few moments ago.

“Oh, Thorin…it–it’s nothing. It’s my problem, you needn’t worry about it,” Bilbo stammered, looking a bit pink in the cheeks as he scuffed his bare sole against the ground, eyes looking towards Bofur for what had to be a cry for help.

“I was just helping Bilbo get the platters in here for your dinner! Or is it supper? I can never keep ‘em straight. Judging by the smell, you’re in for a treat.” Bofur even clapped a hand against Thorin’s stiff arm, pulling a face at the tenseness before scurrying off.