Guy of Gisborne in Season 1, Episode 5, “Turk Flu”

Part 2/?

Summary: A soulmate au, where Thorin and Rowena find each other through the unusual color of each other’s eyes. A pre-Quest of Erebor au.

Fandom: The Hobbit

Relationship: Thorin Oakenshield/ OFC Rowena

Rating: Teen

Warning: a tiny bit sensual, also some misogyny ( not from Thorin; he’s too gentlemanly).

Content: pre-Quest, Blacksmith Thorin, light angst, happy ending, Dwarven Ones, soulmates.

Word count: 1.9k words

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It was with some hesitation when Rowena left her father's house that early afternoon. As long as she didn't meet anyone at the smithy, she was fine. Except for maybe his newest smith, a Dwarf; the few he'd hired before tended to mind their own business. They were surprisingly polite to her sometimes. Just as well; they didn't know about her condition, nor care to, unlike the people in her village, especially that smith who'd worked for her father up until three days ago.

He'd told her she'd never wed because she was strange, and would've gone on with his taunts, but the fierce Dwarf who'd happened by had given him such a death glare that he'd slunk away swiftly. Her father had dismissed the smith after that, but Rowena was still saddened over the incident and almost too afraid to do her usual daily chore; taking food down for the smith.

"He was probably right too; I'm strange because I can't see deep blue, not until I find my soulmate by that color of his eyes," she thought miserably, "but he's not here in my village. Why was I cursed with that way of finding him?"

At least the Dwarf, whose hammer blows fell so hard and heavy now as she approached, wouldn't judge her, since he didn't know, nor would care to. She'd just pop in, leave the basket of lunch, and go, and resign herself to her usual life with her parents.

Another forge, another day's work, and another day's worth of suspicions and unkind words from Men, Thorin thought as he set up his tools to work. While the race of Men admired Dwarven crafts and skills, they were all too often unkind and cruel, and Thorin was naturally suspicious of them, one and all. Or the men specifically; they weren't good to their women at all.

He still remembered Dwalin sharing how he'd stared down and frightened a man who'd taunted a young woman, here in this very village. How they could be so cruel to such precious creatures was more than Thorin could understand. No Dwarf would ever treat a Dwarrowdam in such a manner. And Thorin knew well he'd never treat his One in such a fashion- assuming he ever did find his One. Her eyes would be emerald green ( he saw that color as gray), and she certainly wasn't among the Dwarves who lived near his home.

Well, he'd do his week's work, collect his coppers, and head back to his home, away from these heartless Men. Dis would be happy he'd found something; her boys were growing rapidly and needed food and clothing. He had no time at all to worry about his One.

Shedding his tunic, Thorin took up the tongs, and soon his strong hammer falls rang throughout the smithy as he shaped the glowing piece of metal into a pickaxe head.

Daisy Moon

Sara

初夏

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We all deserve someone who can read us better than we do.

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I once was young and unafraid.

The sons of Durin 1.

Descension Upon Jupiter

Lyn's Writing Event Day 11 - Week 2

Characters: Joe Burkett x OC Sephira

May 11th: Week 2: Jupiter                                                

Characters: (AU) Joe Burkett x OC Sephira

Fandom: Richard Armitage – Joe Burkett – Fool Me Once

The character Joe Burkett was created by Harlan Coben and adapted for television by Danny Brocklehurst

Warnings: thriller, character death, terror, science fiction, violence, gun play, knife play, transmorphic reptiles,

Word count: 1.5k

Terror filled her lungs, as she struggled to breathe, she saw him just around the edge of the corner of the terraform medical room. If he saw you, you would be dead. Joe huffed, his side bleeding from the knife Sephira gripped in her scaly hand, “Sephira!” He shouted, panting a little, as he shoved his fist into his side and stumbled out of the medical room.

“I know it was you, (grunt) that reported me” He called coming down the hallway.

Sephira shifted a bit and flattened against the crevice of the wall, her skin blending into the color of the wall. Sephira closed her eyes and held her breath, slits on her neck, gaping a bit for a moment, gaining air.

Joe passed her spot, and kept grunting, shaking his head and pressing harder into his wound, “You can’t hide forever, I will find you”.

He stopped dead about 10 feet from her. Sephira peaked an eye, and saw him shake his head again, “Tsk Tsk, my dear, I can smell you,” he grinned sinisterly. Joe spun and Sephira appeared, and ran down the hallway, scurrying as fast as she could go, gripping the floor with her webbed claws.

Sephira made it to the paddock and punched in the codes. Joe was still approaching. Sephira had just scanned her hand when he clamped his hand on the back of her neck in one clean grab and shoved her into the room as the door opened. The door slid closed and locked behind him. Joe tossed her to the ground with his brute force.

Sephira hissed, and flipped over, putting distance and objects, like a table between them, “What do you want from me Joe?”

“My revenge”, Joe smirked.

“What are you talking about?” Sephira spat back at him, he scales in full form now and shining.

“Ooh, you’re really pretty when your angry” Joe smiled again, “Now tell me what you said, so we can just clear this up, right now”.

“I don’t know what you are talking about. I have nothing to do with your work” Sephira explained. She watched him, as he sat down at the table and sighed, removing a gun from his pants and setting it down on the table. It clinked loudly in the airlocked space. Sephira’s eyes grew wider, “Where did you get that?”

Joe smiled, as he spun it with a finger on the table, “Jet had it. He didn’t need it anymore”, Joe sighed and kept watching the gun spin on the table, chuckling slightly, sweat covering his forehead from the shock that set in every moment.

Sephira stood against the cabinet, her hand to her mouth, registering Joe’s explanation, “You.. killed Jet?” her voice climbed a bit at the end, in emphasis of disbelief.

Joe chuckled again, stopping the gun, and resting his hand on it, his eyes snapped up to her sharply, “Yeah, I did. And I don’t have a problem with it. Do you?”  

Sephira shook her head, “I don’t understand, what did Jet do?”

Joe looked at her again, “Well aside from making a pass at you last week, he told corporate that my work was subpar, when I know my data was better than his on the project,” Joe gritted his teeth.  Joe looked down again, and then back up at her, “Well his data won’t be better now, will it?” Joe’s voice was gravely and his breath was a bit labored. Sephira wondered if she had punctured his lung, even slightly.

Joe shook off dizziness again, and pressed his hand into his side, “So, are you going to patch me up, so we can get out of the airlock on time”.

Sephira’s watch beeped at that second, indicating a time count of 1 hour 10 minutes left on shift, She covered with her hand to silence it.

“Right on time, huh. We have to get out soon, or this jetty will be our gravesite, right?” Joe asserted.

Sephira nodded, keeping eye contact with him, “Yeah, yes. We have an hour to get back to the base or we float off into the gaseous infinity”,

Joe cut in, “And how long to get over there, from our distance now?”

Sephira turned slightly to see the base panel to her right. Her eyes scanned the readout, “45 minutes I’d guess”.

“That doesn’t leave us much time to play then” he grinned, and Sephira visibly shuddered in his eye line. “What? You don’t like me now?” a low smirk stroud on his face, as his eyebrows playfully quirked up.

Sephira swallowed and looked at him, shifting her scales a bit down and curving her hips towards his view, she had to play this a certain way, if she wanted to survive the next hour, “I didn’t say that. I just want to know what the plan is”.

Joe shifted on his chair, his face ashen, but the blood not seeping through his jumpsuit as much now. Sephira looked at his wound, “Sorry about that? You scared me”.

“Well, you can make it up to me by fixing it, cant you?” Joe asked, tilting his head at her. Sephira moved to a cabinet and punched in a medic code. Gathered a kit and approached him, kneeling by the chair. Joe watched her closely, reaching out to touch her skin.  

Sephira looked at his wound, pressing into it with her hand, “How does that feel?”

Joe sucked in a breath, “Like it fucking hurts”, he cursed.

Sephira tried not to smile, as she palpated his ribs, “Take a breath, Joe” she said her breath warm through his blood-soaked fabric. She unzipped the jumpsuit and examined the cut. Popping open the kit with one hand and grabbing the cauterizer. Sephira flicked the latch and looked up at Joe, “This may sting”, Joe grimaced as the fire hit his wound, and he panted a bit and roared under his breath, “You fuck--- cu ---” he tried to get out, before Sephira sealed the wound and slapped a cool gauze onto it. The curse died beneath his lips as the shock resonated and the burn reintroduced adrenaline to this system. Sephira went to stand and step away, and a sweaty palm gripped her arm, Joe pulled her down into his lap, “How about a kiss, sweetheart?”

Sephira pulled her arm away, “You’ll be fine now. Let’s get back to the station”. Sephira moved away from him and went to replace the kit in the cabinet. Joe’s panting subsided, as he felt his strength renew a little. His smirk grew even more and he looked at her calculatingly.

“Thanks babe, for helping me out. I appreciate it,” he drawled ingratiatingly.

Sephira turned to him, a cocked eyebrow, and then shook her head, “Joe? What is wrong with you?”

---

Before Thursday

Aboard the Galileo 3, the earth year is 2043, The space station had been orbiting for several years now, but Sephira had only been on it for a few months now. The development of transitional sleep travel made it easy to get on and off the station without too much “human” degradation. However, Sephira wasn’t human, they are a reptilian hybrid. They can breathe in high helium conditions and are able to collect samples off the “surface” of Jupiter while on flying expeditions.

              The airlock sealed and a large clock started counting down, 10 hours for Jupiter’s rotational day. Collections keep Sephira busy most of that time. They have two breaks for meals and resets and that is when they will have to interact with the other researchers. But for the most part, Sephira is alone in the jetty. It has to float through the gases like a submersible in the water. It pilots on a program, so Sephira can do their collection by hand.  

               On such an expedition, a new crew member arrived. He was part of the pilot regeneration program. Those who had people died and were very wealthy could elect to freeze their dead, and enroll them in a program for Renewal, as the company called it. The Juno Company mined gases and supplied the world with helium and hydrogen which was infinite on Jupiter. 

              He was tall, dark haired and charming. Joe Burkett had been the son of a drug magnate decades ago and suffered a fatal gunshot wound. His mother, wanting to continue the legacy, had him repaired and placed in the Renewal program. Sephira scoffed when they looked at him. He was instantly attracted to them, and that made Sephira express feminine on the shifts they shared. But as the days and weeks grew, Sephira had a strange feeling about him. He became obsessed with his work and started to get aggressive with the other staff.

Competition was his trigger, and Sephira noticed it more and more. Sometimes some humans are not suited to the decompression and transition of space, and Joe seemed to be unable to distinguish moral behavior. Sephira watched him surreptitiously a few days and nights. Joe became suspicious of Sephira, and now that the elective system they were studying was under review by corporate, there couldn’t be any mistakes. Joe started showing up on Sephira’s shifts when it was not his shift.

(more to come, just too late again for me. goodnight all)

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Lyn's Writing Event 2024

Hide and seek

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Anaticula 1989 World Cup Snippet

Ch 33 - Presents for Petunia From The Grumpy Pumpkin

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“Harry,” flatly Petunia spoke to the boy in his step off the train onto a partly occupied train station instantly turning his head to who was here to fetch him. The attendant pleased enough to let go of Harry’s arm and let him clamber with the suitcase and package he had been given to hand off to his aunt so that he might not make her wait longer.

Dudley at her side didn’t seem his usual smug self a few moments. Something deeper swept through his gaze over his cousin, the only one he had actual memories with over his other mysterious now two female cousins. 

An almost kind of empathetic try to guess how Harry might be taking the news compared to his completely baffled self. Lily had chosen badly in marriage, that he was most certain of, resulting in Harry, not the sort to just drop a child off and flee for the hills. Now his family knew that fact to be true and now not even she was mentioned in bringing up earlier times in his mother’s life. 

James was never to be mentioned, and now as heard by an off the cuff comment by his frustrated father Lily was now a woman to be mocked and shamed for her, till now, expertly hidden faulty sense of morality. And for a moment Dudley wondered if his cousin had any idea of what kind of home he might be walking into now where his parents were blacklisted topics except when to use them as yardsticks to be measured against to keep the straight and narrow unlike their selfish twosome.

“What is that?” Petunia asked about the box Harry halfway had dropped twice now in avoiding taller passersby.

“Package, for you, Aunt Petunia.” He raised it up and she reached out, releasing hold of the charm on her string of beads around her neck, a necklace Dudley had chosen as a Mother’s Day gift for her she now had taken to fidgeting with when anxious. “Paths crossed with the post, Jaqi sent some things back from the Cup and this was in there for you and Dudley.”

“Oh,” she felt herself saying to the spread of a grin across Dudley’s face. He was getting not just a present but another peek into who this mysterious favored female cousin of a most favored aunt he had vague memory of, just like the few he had been sent before this year since she had begun to write to his mother. Not yet had he written back either, just had been compiling lists of things to share when meeting her to get the bulk of his life shared so that he might make a good impression. Surely his uncle Sirius had passed on most of his life already when he did return to her form his visits, but anything that was missed Dudley was amply ready to be the most impressive cousin possible.

“What do you think it might be?” Dudley asked excitedly.

Brilliant Disguise ~ Chapter Twenty-Six

Summary: Speech therapist Josephine Asharm has been brought into Erebor to work with Bifur, but trying to find her place among people who eye her suspiciously would be difficult enough under normal circumstances, but when Sophie finds herself caught between the king, his most trusted lieutenant, and the dwarf she’s there to help? She’s certain no good can come of it. Being of Man, not only does she stand out in the dwarf kingdom, she’s not entirely certain she’s actually welcome there at all. 

Thorin only agreed to allow Sophie to live amongst them out of a sense of duty to Bifur, who is recovering from an odd head injury (is there any other way to describe having an axe blade lodged in one’s head, only to have it later dislodged during the Battle of the Five Armies?) Before the battle, he spoke only khuzdul. But since it? He’s regained the ability to speak Westron—if only he could but remember any of it. As for Thorin? He’s trying his damndest to ignore the speech therapist, not to mention his own growing feelings for her, even as he is also recovering from his near fatal wounding in the same battle. 

Both Sophie and Thorin are haunted by their pasts and are uncertain of their futures, but sometimes, chances must be taken…  

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x OFC Josephine (Sophie) Asharm 

Warnings: None 

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.2k

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That night, Sophie had trouble sleeping. Between the pain in her ankle and the nightmares that plagued her, no sooner did she doze off than she jolted awake either in pain or terrified. Sten haunted her sleep, mocking her with his icy smile and oily words as he promised her that not only would she never be free of him, he would take Heather away from her forever. She heard the splash of him hitting the water. The squelch of the hammer striking him. The way the water reddened around him. And finally…

Silence.

(Sequel to Heart’s Mark.)

Summary: 14 months after they meet, Thorin and Liv are reunited following the Battle of the Five Armies. But he feels he isn’t worthy of her because of his dragon sickness, which he fears may cause him to harm her.

Fandom: The Hobbit.

Relationship: Thorin Oakenshield/original female character (Liv Wilfrid’s Daughter)

Rating: Teen.

Warning: mention of war injuries, character death (none of the Durins, don’t worry), and a kinda passionate kissing scene.

Content: angst with a hea, feelings of unworthiness, love, soulmates, soulmarks, Dwarven Ones.

Word count: 3.9k words.

(Completed fic will also be on Ao3.)

14 months later...

The metallic clatter of the Raven Crown resounds through the Gallery of the Kings as Thorin throws it off. A sense of relief- freedom rather- and resolution flows through him; the dreaded dragon sickness was gone, forever, he hopes. It had been a dreadful experience; the obsessive need, the greediness, the vanity and excess, and ( a great remorse and shame fills him), his anger and attempted violence towards Bilbo for taking the Arkenstone. How had that stone gained anything, save for him to nearly kill the poor Halfling for taking and giving it to Bard? He hasn't any hopes of being forgiven; this wasn't like when he'd been angry at him back in the Misty Mountains, long ago.

Speaking of Bard- Thorin then remembers the battle raging outside Erebor's gates. Dwalin had said Dain needed help; his people were dying out there. Thorin winces when he remembers how he'd responded. It had been most cowardly for a son of Durin (especially Durin's royal heir) to respond; hiding while his people were desperately fighting Azog's army to the death outside.

He knows now what must be done.

Summary: In which Thorin meets his One at an inn, not too long before his Quest.

Based on my own prompt; soulmates who find each other by a mark and the other’s name in Dwarven Runes.

Fandom: The Hobbit.

Relationship: Thorin Oakenshield x OC Liv.

Rating: Teen

Warnings: a little bit sensual.

Content: Dwarven Ones/Soulmates, soulmarks, pre-Quest, a bit angsty, hea, everyone lives/no one dies.

Word count: 3.8k words

(I will be loading this entire fic to Ao3.)

The sounds of loud talk and raucous laughter jars my ears as I carefully skirt through the hazy common room with the laden plate and pint. It's no busier than usual, but it always seems too crowded whenever I'm laden with someone's supper and drink. And I have no desire to have my arm knocked and be scolded for my supposed clumsiness. Neatly avoiding a handsy fellow who's clearly had a pint too many, I arrive at my destination; the back table where the Dwarf sat, placidly smoking.

Thorin sits there quietly, drawing reflectively at his pipe and thinking about the fateful meeting with Thârkun back in Bree yesterday. For the first time in years since Erebor was sacked, he feels hopeful. As soon as he returns to his halls in the Blue Mountains, he's calling the Seven Families together, and so make the march to reclaim his people's home. His thoughts flee when the bar maid approaches with his supper and drink, and he watches her with some interest. Pity that some of these Men weren't being more respectful to her; no Dwarf would dare show rudeness to a Dwarrowdam, or her family would demand satisfaction, he thought. One drunken fool grabs at her, kindling some anger in him.