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THE NIGHT WE MET
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I absolutely loved getting to work with @consultingpacha for the first year of @fellowshipofthefics‘ The Hobbit: An Unexpected Collaboration event! Pacha was such a great partner and listened to my yelling, as well as brought many great ideas to the table!! I’d love to work with her again one day, and I hope you like this little story we managed to tie together! Be sure to give her artwork some love and attention, which you can find → here!
On a night when The Green Dragon Inn is out of vacancy, Bilbo Baggins opens up his home to a trio of displaced and rain-soaked dwarves. The two children of the bunch are happy to have a temporary home away from the rain, but their uncle, Thorin, sees it only as a debt to be repaid.
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationship(s): Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield
Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Fili, Kili, Thorin’s Company, Original Hobbit Character(s), etc.
“Bag End has a few rooms that are unused!” Bilbo practically shouted, earning an uncomfortable bout of silence within the entire main room of the pub, and three sets of dwarven eyes staring at him in both shock and confusion. “That is to say…since the Green Dragon seems to be out of vacancy…if you’re looking for a place to stay, I’d happily give you the rooms–”
“I’m not looking for a handout.” The dwarf practically growled before a tiny tug came to the bottom of his tunic. Those big blue eyes of Fili’s staring back at him. “...But under these particular circumstances, my hands are a bit tied. How much?”
“If you’re unwilling to take my handout as you call it, how about you just pay me what you think is fair?” Bilbo offered with a small shrug, offering a small smile to try and soothe the frayed nerves of the little ones that kept flickering their eyes between the adults. “There’s plenty of food, warm blankets, and a bathtub you can use.”
“That won’t be necessary–”
“The little ones look chilled to the bone. Think of their cold little toes in those boots! Some hot water and bubbles will do them some good and ensure their feet remain intact.”
“Bubbles?! For my toes?!” Fili cried out in excitement as he bounced from latching to his guardian’s leg towards the stranger.
“Mhm, lots of bubbles, and they’re lavender scented. You’ll smell just like a field of flowers,” Bilbo teased, his heart warming at the idea of his good deed, but the look he was fixed with by the rather exhausted-looking dwarf before him was telling. He didn’t like this, but as terrible as it was to admit, Bilbo knew he had no other choice, and was glad for that. “I’m…terribly sorry, I forgot to introduce myself first before throwing my home open up to you. Rather strange, isn’t it? Bilbo Baggins, of Bag End.” Jutting his hand out for a proper shake, it took the dwarf a few moments to so much as move.
“Thorin.”
#the hobbit#bagginshield#thilbo#thorin oakenshield#bilbo baggins#fili#kili#thorin x bilbo#bilbo x thorin#hobbit fic#hobbit fanfic#bagginshield fic#thauc22#razzywrites#fic: the night we met#consultingpacha
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brain will not let me sleep until I say
same age padawans au where they’ve been in a weird wired frenemies thing for ages but now that they’re both mature adults (all of 24/25 years old) they’re more friends than enemies….
And it’s Obi-Wan that Anakin tells when he’s decided he’s going to leave the Order, not anyone else. He has a wife. There was a pregnancy scare a few weeks ago and it made her want their relationship to stop being a secret so they could really have kids. He has to leave the Order. Doesn’t Obi-Wan understand?
Obi-Wan, who has been a little in love with Anakin since they were younglings, does not understand. Not one bit. Instead of wishing him well and helping him pack, he goes to the Council and requests a mission in the Outer Rim….perhaps a month long or more…perhaps undercover? No contact with anyone on Coruscant. And maybe they could assign Anakin Skywalker as his back up? He can help with the undercover aspect.
And at first, Anakin is pissed because he was planning to resign from the Order in the next few days, but Obi-Wan convinces him to go on this mission with him….one last mission as a Jedi. To say goodbye to the Jedi life.
Obviously, Obi-Wan sort of wants to go on one last mission with Anakin because in his dreams, he wants the mission to go so perfectly that Anakin stays with him the Order. But realistically, he mostly wants to go on this mission to say goodbye to Anakin and then let him go, soaking up all his warmth and light, memorizing every casual touch bestowed on him because he knows they’re ticking down to the last handful of seconds together.
But then obviously the mission works TOO well and Anakin falls in love with Obi-Wan but doesn’t admit to it even to himself before they’re on the ship about to head back to Coruscant and Anakin realizes he doesn’t want to leave this planet because he doesn’t want to leave Obi-Wan if it could always be like this so he crashes the ship during take off so they can stay longer because he’s 24 and doesn’t know how to handle the immensity of his love except through destruction
#Kit’s silly lil AUs#obikin#I couldn’t finish the Democratic fic part today writing was so hard :(#I offer this instead <3#hopefully will get it up tomorrow#but anyway: no physical cheating but probably emotional infidelity as anakin falls in love with obi-wan but doesn’t notice#and a lot of pining but being brave about it obi-wan which could also turn into finding his rebound in the outer rim obiwan#which would then turn into seethingly jealous anakin#+ bonus points is that their cover is theyre newly weds#and obi-wan is like <3 you can touch me mister we have an open marriage <3#and this poor guy at the bar is being stared down by a vicious anakin and he’s like uh does your husband knkw that ????#but yeah here for pretty newly knighted obi-wan creating a situation where he gets to feel anakin touch him and kiss him on the cheek#and hold his hand and call him pet names#all the while being convinced that this is all he will ever get so he has to be satisfied with this#that the yearning will stop and he will find comfort in the memory of anakin’s arm around his shoulders once he’s left the order and obiwan#to be with his wife#also obi-wan gets wasted one night and someone asks how they met or when they fell in love#and obi-wan accidentally tells the drunken truth#not the cover story#and it makes anakin go 👀🧐#but then he gets too drunk and forgets it
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Take me back to the night we met
The boys sit in a circle, laughing and smoking. Neil stands up, hushing the others as he flips to a page of the book he was holding. “Listen up gentlemen, for I have found a fine piece of poetry for you tonight.”He clears his throat and holds the book up, adjusting his reading glasses. “O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear! Your true-love's coming. That can sing both high and low; trip no further, pretty sweeting, journey’s end in lovers' meeting-- Every wise man's son doth know. What is love? 'Tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; what’s to come is still unsure: in delay there lies no plenty,-- Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, youth’s a stuff will not endure. Carpe diem, William Shakespeare.” Neil finishes and bows dramatically, a smile gracing his lips.
When the night was full of terrors and your eyes were filled with tears
I don't know what I'm supposed to do haunted by the ghost of you
Todd woke with a start clutching his chest at the memory, he looked over to Neil’s empty bed and tears filled his eyes. He slipped out of his bed, slipping his shoes on and grabbing his coat before he silently exited his room. Todd knew it was a stupid idea but he made his way to the overpass where he and Neil had spoken on his birthday. He looked over the edge, resting his forearms against the cool stone and taking a deep breath as the memory of throwing the wretched desk set over replayed in his head. He wished Neil were here beside him, there was so much unspoken that he yearned to tell the other; like how he made Todd’s first year at Welton feel less daunting, thank him for how he’d helped, how his smile was the prettiest thing Todd had ever seen, how his eyes reminded him of hot chocolate on a cold winter’s day. But alas there was no way to speak to the dead, no way to profess his love and speak his truth, no way to watch as Neil’s eyes crinkled when he smiled or laughed, no way to listen as Neil practiced his lines and shouted with joy at the prospect of an acting career. And so he sat, dwelling in all that was untold, wishing desperately to have back what he had lost.
Little fic im working on
Please don’t copy to any other sites
I listened to the night we met 115 times while writing this (the only time I’ll do math)
#dead poets society#dead poets fanfic#neil perry#todd anderson#todd and neil#angst#the night we met#song fic#writing#anderperry
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I had All.
And then most of you.
Some.
And Now None of You.
Oh, Take Me Back To When We Met.
#911 on fox#evan buckley#eddie diaz#buddie#buddie911#911 s6#lord huron#take me back to the night we met#buck x eddie#911 spoilers#911onabc#911 fic
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Might not finish this piece LOL but im proud of this background so imma at least share it.
What's in my brain rn is Cody and Obiwan, in dif places, and the lyrics "Dear lord when i get to heaven, please let me bring my man."
#codywan#but also#i have a whole ass idea#based on the lyrics to 'The Night We Met'#for a codywan fic#specifically#'I dont know what im supposed to do haunted by the ghost of you'#sooo
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i'm hurt 🥲
#it's been 8 years and i still dream of my best friend who i was in love with in high school#last night was way too much though#like i met him again and replayed all the memories we had.. like dancing around in the rain#and since it was raining i told him to dance with me again even though it felt different#i knew he didn't feel shit for me bc he rejected me back in hs too but when i started talking about another guy he did NOT like it#and he admitted it... questioned me about him and then we kissed ???#he told me to call him every now n then bc up until now it was always just him calling. like the jealousy was SO OBVIOUS#we kind of get together.. literally my 18 y/o's dream coming true like y'all i was SO IN LOVE WITH HIM LMAO#and then i ask him 'be honest did you feel something for me back in hs' and he just won't answer 🥲 keeps dodging the question...#suggests smth that sounds like a yes but then i woke up 😐#i just wanted to let this out... idk it's crazy to me that even after all those years i still think of him#like if he approached me today and asked me out i just KNOW i'd give in. even though it's been almost a decade. i would definitely give in#first loves.. especially unrequited ones... leave an impact fr#my dream sounded like a fic i'd like to come true but well that's not how life works#anyways i'm just sentimental lol tdl ??#personal
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Fic rec is first, in case you don't want any spoilers and want to just dive right in. (Although I will try to keep review spoilers at a minimum.) Just note that it is incredibly angsty in the best way.
The Night We Met - @majjale | (4/4)
Kudos: 5,396 | Bookmarks: 2112 | Word Count: 37,299
Tags: Angst, Immortal Bakugou Katsuki, Reincarnating Midoriya Izuku, Katsuki's POV, Tragedy, i physically ache while writing this i hope you do while reading it
"You a poet?"
"Only for you."
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two sincere wishes and the ramifications of them.
Review is under the cut!
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So, where to begin?
I have to say that I am so impressed by @majjale. The Night We Met is hands down one of the greatest pieces of writing I have had the pleasure of reading. If you're an angst-lover, then look no further. This fic is from 2018 (and completed), so I can't even begin to explain how blessed I was to stumble upon it. Not only does the story revolve around the concept of reincarnation and what it means to live forever, but it is also written from the point of view of our very own Katsuki Bakugou. Talk about angst! Could this story be more enticing?
Yes, it can!
You might think you were just getting into this for the angst, but that's where you'd be wrong. You're lured in by the staunch sincerity of Izuku and aloof defeat of Katsuki only to be pinned by the concentrated joy that underscores the happier moments they share together. The author weaves comedic moments, chance meetings, and internal monologues into a bittersweet blanket. She segues between points in time in a way that makes each sentiment Katsuki and Izuku share that much more poignant.
A striking moment of angst comes while Katsuki is trying to reconcile his desire for peace and his desire for love,
Whatever this life wants in return for Izuku knowing him, even with the trials—father, fiancé, friends — is it something Katsuki is willing to give up? What would Katsuki part with to hold Izuku again?
He blames the steam from the faucet for the condensation around his eyes.
What wouldn’t he give?
And another arrives as a tearful confession,
"I want to be why you’re happy, not why you’re alive.”
In moments like these it becomes clear that The Night We Met is lathered in angst, but not the kind that hits you like a bus in a bad rom-com. This is the kind that envelops you slowly the way ivy snakes its arms around a tree. Then, when you finally reach the end - and especially after reading the one-shot epilogue, take me back - you are left astonished, breathless.
Each chapter's end brings with it a short, sweet author's note.
"take a deep breath. in, out. that's it. it's gonna be okay."
A gentle reminder you made it through. Lungs working, heart pumping, tears falling. You feel relief and joy and sorrow. So empty and yet so full all at once.
Even days on, fleeting moments that hinge upon a simple wish will give you pause. Spotting a shooting star or cracking a wishbone. Blowing that stray eyelash off of the back of your hand. This is the kind of feeling I chase in fiction. The feeling of feeling. And few authors I have encountered have managed it so skillfully as Majjale.
#The Night We Met#majjale#kacchan#deku#izuku midoriya#katsuki bakugo#bakudeku fic rec#my hero academia#bkdkficrecs#bkdk ao3#bnha bkdk#bkdk#bakudeku#bkdk fanfic#reincarnated au#immortality#this fic is fuckin S-Tier yo please read it I'm obsessed.
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I HAD ALL AND THEN MOST OF YOU SOME AND NOW NONE OF YOU TAKE ME BACK TO THE NIGHT WE MET I DONT KNOW WHAT IM SUPPOSED TO DO HAUNTED BY THE GHOST OF YOU-
#new way to avoid studying: just literally tank your mental health by listening to lord huron!#100% success rate#and one of my fave sakuatsu fics finished god i am not one of your strongest soldiers#why did they put their entire lord hurussy into night we met#it should be illegal or at least have a tw#im not okay about this song <3 if you even care#lord huron#music tings
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21 for Sundet please!!
21. Share 3 songs that would belong on a playlist for this chapter/fic.
I'm totally cheating by using song recs given to me by other people because when first conceptualizing this fic, I was only thinking about Fallout Boy songs (for obvious Chicago reasons)
Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens
2. The Night We Met by Lord Huron
3. Past Lives by BORNS (I don't know how to do the fancy O, sorry)
#actually the night we met was on julia's playlist for atg#but it felt like it really fit here too#but honestly just every fob song talking about chicago is the basis of this fic ahahahha#Pete Wentz and I went to the same school#when I was in 2nd grade his class was my buddy class#but I was paired off with a girl and also terrified of them because they were 11th graders#those were like full adults idk that i said an entire word while they were there#but also I think I met his mom?#anyway
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I have been overwhelmingly feral for the last 24 hours I’m Down Bad
#me screaming about fucking#from the sidelines#bkdk#a 400k au fic from a piece of media I have literally never seen or read but have now read THREE novel length fics for#(the night we met and incinerate being the others)#Anyway I literally called someone. at midnight. and ranted about fts for 30 minutes. I feel unhinged#also I ignore fts14 it’s fake and not canon anyway so bye bitch ! the Olympics ring story was cute tho and that is canon#anyway I cried ! and made my own 80s playlist lmaooooo#and yeah I’m gonna read it. again after finals. I wanna fuckin print it out and take notes. like a book report or some shot#I’m making a friend read it with me. like book club. insane#Nate says stuff
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I am so excited to share a bit more of this fic - you’ve read the plot bunny from back in the summer, but now I can cross one of those off of my list!! (Once I finish, we’re almost there!) In a WEEK the Hobbit Collab will launch and you can see the amazing collab I’ve gotten to do with @consultingpacha!
→ Plot Bunny
Here’s a little sneak peek from “The Night We Met”, which will fully launch on Dec. 6th!
“I have to get back to the vegetables, but if you need anything–”
“Yes, I’ll holler,” Thorin insisted as he cut Bilbo off, watching the hobbit’s face visibly wilt. Swallowing thickly and feeling a tug on his tunic, Thorin glanced down towards his nephews who gave him that stern look that Dis often wore if he stepped out of line. It was a gentle little reminder to try to make light of the moment–something his sister insisted on time and time again. “Thank you, Mister Baggins. We appreciate the hospitality.” Thorin even forced the corners of his mouth upward.
Wouldn’t Dis be proud?
That seemed to brighten Bilbo’s mood. His pointed ears nearly stood straight towards the sky. “Of course!” At least Thorin didn’t seem to hate this arrangement entirely, and perhaps the dwarf was growing more comfortable now that rain wasn’t dumping on his head constantly. Whatever it was, Bilbo took a little pride in it as he exited the washroom, not quite closing the door, but giving the dwarves their privacy and returning to his duties as proper host and tending to the food.
“Uncle? Are you okay?” Fili asked, flinging his tunic aside and picking off his socks before pulling at Kili’s.
“I’m fine, Fili. This is all just very…”
“Strange?” Fili’s big blue eyes stared up at Thorin’s own, a frown on those tiny lips, only to be accompanied by Kili’s wide-eyed stare.
“What’s…strange?” Kili stammered, struggling to get his voice around the words. “Is it bad?”
“It’s not bad, just different, now let’s get you two washed up, you look like you’ve been rolling in the dirt.” Poking at Fili’s bare belly and Kili’s side, earning squeals and giggles from the young pebbles, Thorin was happier to distract them than to dive into his uncertainty. Even if it meant he got another dose of being soaked–but at least this time it was by lavender scented soaps and bath water versus the rain from outside.
#the hobbit#bagginshield#thilbo#thorin oakenshield#bilbo baggins#fili#kili#tuesday teaser#raz wips#fic: the night we met
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And that didn't seem fair either.
Based off chapter of The Night We Met by @19thsentry-blog! If you haven’t read it, go read it right now it’s so good and there’s tons of other stuff in that universe and it’s very Feluka and- okay, I’ll stop now, but seriously go read it.
#felix fathom#felix graham de vanily#luka couffaine#feluka#ml feluka#19thsentryblog#the night we met#miraculous ladybug#ml#miraculous#carissa’s art#carissa’s work#i drew this on an inspiration high in less than like 3 hours#The fic is soooooo good I keep rereading it#Lots of angst#and fluff#and very cute#and Alix is hilarious in it#And the Feluka dynamic is so good
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Me, finally watching The Last Mission: hmm, the time frame for this movie is kinda janky, I don't see how it could fit within the canon timeline at the point it’s supposed to. Oh well, I guess it’s not canon for me then :/
movie: *shows Hisoka regularly texts Kurapika when he knows he's around to hang out because he's bored and Kurapika responds*
Me: This movie is absolutely canon.
#the hunter x hunter movies are out here giving me snippets of the kurapika & hisoka content i CRAVE#the first movie too; kurapika is so comfortable around him/knows how to read him that he's not disturbed in the slightest at him#suddenly materializing in his room in the middle of the night#like.#clearly they've met up/worked together in between#i want that content togashi T_T#i can't believe we only got the one scene between them in yorknew#they'd better team up in the current arc i swear#don't make me create content myself. please i am so tired of having to make all my own food#(i say that but i already have 2+ fics in the works lmao)#it's such a good dynamic and it's so underutilized#leorio can also be there. as a treat. he adds hilarity to any situation <3
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WIP Wednesday
Oh shit, it’s Wednesday again?
It was nice to disappear into a sea of bodies. Nice to be surrounded by people who required nothing of him. Demanded nothing. Offered nothing. He told Stevie he was coming here to get laid, and that was partially true. But he also wanted this. He wanted to be surrounded by a mass of people that didn’t know or care that his family lost everything and, were it not for the woman now grinding on the dance floor with her former TA, he would be homeless. No one looked twice at the attractive man leaning against the rail with a glass of whisky in his hand, surveying the dancing crowd below.
Well, except for that one guy over in the corner. He was wearing a blue T-shirt and dark wash jeans, drinking a beer and dancing (if you could call that dancing) with a short, red-headed woman. His inherent lack of rhythm should have been a huge turn off for David, but for some reason he found it charming. So charming, in fact, that he was opening staring.
I tag anyone who wants to do this!! What are you working on?
#I’ve basically posted the entire fic by this point#the night we met#the first part is really giving me trouble#the rest is G2G#pull the shot prequel
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I just saw someone make a Spotify playlist for one of my favorite fics and now I wanna do one for my mando fic 😭🥺
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Cute lil families in shows are babytrapping lies. U dont want babies u want security, trust, and affection. U can have that without ruining ur body and life at large for 18+ yrs. U do not have to give away large swaths of yourself just to receive love.
#gritting my teeth and foaming at the mouth i need to be spayed. like im not even kidding.#my brains just like but what if 👉👈 we met someone like ✨️that✨️ !#and we lived peacefully in a small home with an upright piano and family dinners every night-#and im like NO FUCK U THAT SHIT DOESNT EVEN EXIST 99.99% OF THE TIME DIE#earthsign.txt#idek. reading fics w my favs all happy w 1.5 kids makes me feel some kinda way and i hate it.
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