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The Dwarves Woke Your Fauntling. Bilbo is overwhelmed . That much is certain. "No—stop that! Not the pantry—that is not meant for throwing!" The dwarves have taken over Bag End , and Bilbo, flustered beyond belief, flits betw ...

Mecha Mini! The break room was quiet—just the low hum of the vending machine and the faint buzz of overhead lights that flickered like they were trying to quit. Robert stood in front of the machine, arms crossed, staring d ...

Double Doctors. The apartment is quiet. Hushed. The kind of quiet that wraps around you like a warm, heavy blanket. Twilight filters in through the blinds, stripes of amber and soft gray painting the crumpled sheets benea ...

Domestic Heatwave. The break room smelled faintly of old coffee and disappointment. Chad stood near the counter, arms crossed, sunglasses still on despite the flickering overhead lights. His ponytail swayed as he paced, mu ...

Brightflame and His Little Dragons! The Targaryen pavilion rose like a dragon’s maw among the tents of Ashford Meadow — black silk, red banners, and enough ostentation to satisfy even the most arrogant of princes. Naturall ...

Domestic Bliss. The house was finally quiet — your fauntling tucked safely into bed, the dishes washed, the fire crackling low. You were wiping your hands on a towel when you felt Bilbo’s arms slide around your waist from ...

Watching The Otherworldly Visitor Train. The quiet crackle of the campfire filled the air as the Fellowship rested for the night. The hobbits were huddled nearby, exchanging stories and laughter over their meals, while Ga ...

You're Going To Sleep, One Way Or Another. It starts with Stiles barging into your room, hands full of blankets, pillows, and probably some questionable snacks , his face set in determined frustration. "I’ve had enough of t ...

Admiring His Elf Spouse. The journey to reclaim Erebor was arduous and fraught with danger, but the company pressed onward with determination. Bilbo Baggins, the appointed burglar of the group, found himself constantly in ...

Still Got Those Same Eyes. The air was crisp, the kind of quiet that only small towns seem to hold. Salem’s Lot hadn’t changed much—same cracked sidewalks, same faded signage, same slow rhythm. Ben Mears stood across the ...