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mrkida-art · 8 months
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Fem!Bagginshield
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aratjob · 4 months
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Here is my version of Fem!Bilbo Baggins :D
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shadebloopnik · 6 months
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Im having too much fun with this-
Fic: An Eye for Quality (A very nice Baggingshield Fem!Bilbo with a sprinkle Of adoption lmao)
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foxglove-the-hobbit · 5 months
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Well! My first post! I hope you all(if anyone) like it! Not great but I’m proud!🍕🎉🎈 I am absolutely in love with this Bilbo’s hair style at the moment… the photo quality is kinda crap but ah well
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green-fifteen · 2 months
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Day 8: Callous
Fandom: The Hobbit
Relationship: fem!Bilbo Baggins/fem!Thorin Oakenshield
Word Count: too long already i'm tired
written for @fluffyfebruary
This AU draws heavily from the EXTREMELY inspiring work of @rutobuka2 (specifically, lumberjack!Thorin and Thorin's design in the Barricade AU (link to NSFW comic))
*i am publishing this in its current and incomplete form because i'm not going to finish it!*
Dis had said, This one is a Kindergarten teacher because I'm running out of friends.
Thorin had said, I wish you would run out faster, but she'd gone on the date anyway. Her sister had gotten married two summers before, and was now bound and determined to find someone for Thorin. Usually, they were people Dis barely knew, from her jewelry work or Vili's gym. On one truly unspeakable occasion, Thorin had gone out with someone Dis described to her as "unfortunately tall," and who turned out to be a wood elf. But they were not all bad. The last time Dis set her up, Dori had become a trusted friend (if not anything more). At the end of the day, she was willing to give some Kindergarten teacher at least one date, if only so Dis would back off for a few more weeks.
But her sister was right: Kindergarten was not her type. As she readied herself for the evening, she was imagining her date as a paint-spattered, bubbly blonde. In her imagination, she could see her talk to the waiter like they were best friends and eventually tell Thorin her entire life story. She'd have no boundaries and no real difficulty in her life.
Thorin sighed. She was being unfair, but she already didn't think they'd have anything in common. Thorin's own job was grueling, demanding, and isolating. She wasn't the kind of person who could sit down with someone and get cozy over appetizers-- the idea made her frown in discomfort. She needed something steady and lasting, rooted in the earth like the trees in her woods.
She pulled on her flannel and snapped the buttons all the way to her neck. At least she wouldn't have to talk about herself, if the teacher did decide to share her life story.
When she arrived at the restaurant at 6:30, Thorin parked her truck and headed straight to her preferred booth. The spotty teenager at the host stand had been working the last couple times she'd been here and gave her a smile. She kept her face to the ground, scowling.
Her seat was in the back, close to the kitchen and a little noisy. She had a great view of the front windows, where she could see anybody pulling up. When Dis had made the mistake of setting her up with the elf, Thorin had been able to slip away when she saw the creature crawl out of her car in the parking lot. Even having narrowly escaped what would have been the worst date of her life, she'd spent the rest of the evening thinking up insults for her sister.
Now, Thorin watched the parking lot idly and turned the table knife over in her hands. It was sturdy quality, if not very sharp. The wood of the handle was a little rotten from being soaked, but the metal was good. She heard a woman's voice from a table in front of her.
"Sorry, but could I get a refill? I'm afraid I'm still waiting." The waitress scurried off and Thorin saw the Hobbit woman sigh and shift in her seat. She felt a stab of sympathy and sipped at her own water. It seemed they were both stuck in date-limbo.
The Hobbit was cute, with mops of auburn curls on the top of her head and just below her ankles. She wore a deep burgundy dress and looked to be doing a crossword puzzle at the table. Thorin watched her in profile, forgetting about the cars in the parking lot.
[Bilbo, Kindy teacher, goes on a first and second date with Thorin, park ranger. She's half in love already and Thorin is on the exact same page. Actually, Thorin is fully in love by the second date and wants to start looking for rings so she never has to give her up. But that's not really something she's about to say.
Thorin takes her home in the car she borrowed from Dis and before Bilbo gets out, Thorin grabs her hand and pulls her so they're facing each other. She slowly brings their faces together, a hand on either side of Bilbo's bare neck. After a perfect first kiss, Thorin dives in for another and another, stopping when she hears Bilbo suddenly gasp. She keeps stroking her thumbs under her jaw as she leans back a little.
Bilbo is near speechless at the feeling of Thorin's calloused fingers dragging over the soft skin of her neck and jaw. She takes Thorin's mouth again a little roughly and bites at her lip, before recalling herself and pulling away. It's almost 11 on a weeknight (WHY did she agree to go out on a Monday again???) so, it's time for sensible teachers to go to sleep. Thorin asks what time school gets out and if she can pick her up for dinner. Again. The next day. She teaches half days so she gets out at 1:30. Thorin says they can have lunch, too.]
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tetchy-frog · 1 year
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As a bagginshield shipper, overall lover of Thorin, and member of an orchestra for like half of my life, I am in absolute love with your philharmonic AU. The only way it could be better is if it happened to me in real life (still gay of course, but like, in the other direction)
Ahhh thank you thank you! I’m really hoping to incorporate more actual instrument content, since we really only see Bilbo’s dulcimer once in An Unexpected Comic!
My partner and I spent about 8 years together in orchestra classes, and I’m still actively in an orchestra today, so I’m all for fruity orchestra love stories! I hope you’re able to experience a meet-cute in real life of equal silliness and shenanigans.
As I leave, I gift you Fem-Philharmonic!Bagginshield
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✨ Ahhh women ✨
I appreciate them to no end, so why not turn every character into one? No ulterior motives, of course…
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Okay so maybe one ulterior motive- but my statement still stands!
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bagginshieldlibrary · 25 days
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SUNDAY POST
HOWDY! This Sunday's post is the second place winner from the last poll Modern au w/Canon races. It's a bit shorter list because I am hoarding my holiday fics.
Starting off is a series, so a three for one.
Where Forever We Remain by lilithiumwords.
What Happens in Gondor Explicit
Office Hours Explicit
Misdirection teen and up
Modern day Middle Earth, a little bit of reincarnation. and short and sweet works. I fell in love with series and wish that there was more.
Now I know FemBagginshield is not everyone's cup of tea. But I adore this fic. I am biased to any of Rutobuka's works. so i present!
The Service by Rutobuka.
Fem!Thorin and Fem!Bilbo. The story is explicit as the major plot revolves around Fem!Thorin figuring herself out in an explicit way with Bilbo's help. I really do recommend reading this one if you can. If its just not something you like just scroll past it.
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myeaglesong · 1 month
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I'm creating a tag list to add anyone who might be interested in any updates on my fem!bilbo and dwobbit!frodo mamma mia inspired au for a dwobbit of the shire?
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frosticenow · 2 years
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Fem!Bilbo Bagginshield
I absolutely love Fem!Bilbo (especially when she pretends to be male) fics.  This is a list of some of the first fics I read with Fem!Bilbo.  There were so many that I have read at this point that there will probably be a part 2 and a part 3 . . .
Let me know what your favourite Fem!Bilbo fics are!
Wear a Flower in Your Hair (You're Beautiful) by JackQuaker
[Podfic] An Eye For Quality read by kalakirya
Original version here: An Eye For Quality by Linelen (Linelenagain)
Fíli lived his life by an old dwarven proverb: when a fool drops a treasure, a wise man picks it up (it sounded better in the original khuzdul).
Bella Baggins never quite fit in the Shire. Perhaps she was made for the mountains, instead.
This story is so sweet.  The way the dwarves care for Bella just hits you in the found family feels in the best way!  Also I love a podfic.  It lets me knit and listen to a fic.
The Seedling by Chrononautical (Tumblr)
In the course of her adventures, Bilbo finds herself pregnant. Without an offer of marriage from Thorin, she returns to the Shire to raise the child with the help of her family.
The King Under the Mountain is heartbroken that Bilbo chooses to leave Erebor, but he cannot blame her. Not after he tried to kill her. There was a time when she would have proposed marriage, but that time is clearly past. If all he can have of her are her letters, then he will be grateful for the missives.
Getting these two to talk just might take divine intervention. Or the intervention of a particularly interested child.
I absolutely love this story (and also everything written by this author in later ficrecs you will see them again).  I cannot stop re-reading it.   It once again has the unplanned pregnancy trop, which is one of my favourites.  Also the way the issue of virtue and cultural misunderstandings works is just *insert meme of Pacha from The Emperor’s New Groove.*
Hurricanes in Hertford, Hereford, and Hampshire by 61Below
Bilbo was banished. That's it, the end. She wants nothing more to do with dwarves. Now all she needs to do is get back home, but there may be some complications along the way.
I think this might have been my first Fem!Bilbo fic I read.  And then I was hooked!  
The Mediator by Mynuet
"An adventure?" Billa Baggins, a respectable genteel hobbit of the Shire, shivered and tried to convince herself it was a shudder.
In which a perfectly proper not-so-young lady whistles her reputation down the wind and finds she really is her mother's daughter.
Really interesting sexual politics between the dwarves and hobbits.
Wear a Flower in Your Hair (You're Beautiful) by JackQuaker
A retelling of The Hobbit in which Bilbo is Bella and she can grow a beard when even male hobbits can't.A tale of growth, love and self acceptance.
Bella is so adorable and nice in this story and you just want nice things for her (which she does get!).
Fic Rec Note:  If I have linked a story you wrote and you want me to:
a) remove it/links to your ao3 or tumblr,
b) add your ao3 or tumblr if I have not included it
PM me on tumbler.
Authors: @chrononautintraining
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poppy milk (darkness ever present)
“I really don’t like the look of this,” Óin muttered, more to himself than to anyone in particular, and the déjà vu hit her like a war hammer to the chest. She’d received one, from the orcs in the battle, so she knew all too well what it felt like. Febuwhump2024, day 03: "bite down on this". The Hobbit trilogy, AU.
cw: infection, drug use, fem!Bilbo. pairing: Bilbo/Bofur
fill for @febuwhump day 03: "bite down on this".
“This feels all too familiar,” Briar muttered in the general direction of Óin, despite knowing he probably couldn’t hear her. He had her foot in his lap, and while she wanted nothing more than to stand up and run away she knew she couldn’t. She’d probably be able to run about three feet before her legs would buckle, and if she against all odds would be capable of remaining on her feet for longer, Dwalin stood like an ominous sentinel at the opening of the tent. 
“I really don’t like the look of this,” Óin muttered, more to himself than to anyone in particular, and the déjà vu hit her like a war hammer to the chest. She’d received one, from the orcs in the battle, so she knew all too well what it felt like. 
Despite the war hammer and all of the other blows she had received during the battle, the worst was still her foot. She’d burned it on the molten gold, during the flight from Smaug, and it had not fared well being exposed to mud, blood and gore. She should have worn boots, no matter how disquieting it felt, but there just hadn’t been any time for her to put the wretched contraptions on. 
So far, Óin was the only member of the Company who had even spoken to her since Azog met his end on the river. She had betrayed them all, so it wasn’t exactly unexpected that they’d shun her, but it nevertheless pained her. She’d taken the only way out she could see, and maybe it was selfish of her, but she was fairly certain that if she hadn’t bartered that bloody stone away the entire Company would be dead, never to see Erebor restored.
It was a weak comfort, to know that everyone had survived the battle, even if some were still fighting for their lives. It was not far from pulling teeth, but Briar had managed to pull that much information from Óin, in-between his disparaging muttering about her intellect and self-preservation.
“There’s nothing for it,” Óin suddenly said in a much louder voice, clearly meant for her to hear. He stood up, being achingly gentle when he lifted her foot and placed it down on the bed - no matter how gently he handled her, however, the pain that shot through her like lightning was enough to make her gasp for breath. Out of the corner of her eye, through eyes gone cloudy with pain, she saw Dwalin make an aborted gesture, attempting to reach for her but stopping himself. 
Briar tried to force the pain away by focusing on something, anything else, but considering it was either Dwalin and his imposing glower, or Óin and his hurried bustling, there wasn’t much for her to think about other than how thoroughly she had ruined her own life.
“Here,” Óin said gruffly, thrusting a roughly hewn mug at her. It was half-full of a milky liquid, and she couldn’t resist sniffing it curiously. “Poppy milk. Ye don’t want to be fully aware for what I’m going to do, lass.”
“Oh dear,” she mumbled, knowing if the healer suggested to knock her out it would not be a good time. 
“I dosed it for a dwarfling, I don’t know how receptive yer lot is to poppies.”
“Rather receptive, but I’ve never had to drink poppy milk back in the Shire, so I wouldn’t know the dosage,” Briar replied, looking between the cup and Óin before she grimaced and drank it all down. 
“Good,” Óin said, grabbing something bundled in canvas from the workbench installed along one of the sides of the tent. He placed the bundle at the end of the bed, far out of reach for her to kick it - the bed was ridiculously oversized, clearly made for one of the tall folk rather than the more sensibly sized beds the dwarrow had provided. He handed her a thick chunk of leather. “Before ye start feeling too loopy, bite down on this.”
“Oh no,” Briar said, for the first time since the battle ended feeling very afraid. There was a slight haze lowering itself over her, but she wouldn’t say she was feeling loopy.
“I don’t want ye to bite yer tongue off, lass.” There was a hint of sympathy in his tone, but he was unyielding with the leather chunk. It’s borne out of care, Briar knows that, but it didn’t exactly feel reassuring when she tucked the leather between her teeth.
The poppy milk has time to make her very loopy before Óin has settled back at her feet, too many surgical instruments for her comfort spread out around him.
“Ready?” he asked and didn’t wait for her to reply before he started lifting the bandages from her foot. 
She was thankful for the poppy milk, and even more thankful that she passed out from the pain before he had time to put the knife in his hand to her foot. 
“Hold her still, she’s thrashing too much!”
“She’s running a high fever, I don’t know - ”
“Hold on lass, ye can’t let an infection take ye when the dragon didn’t…”
“It looks like she’s just sleeping…”
“It’s looking better - “
When Briar woke up again, it was to a stone ceiling above her, rather than the canvas she had passed out to. She also felt rather comfortable, but kind of like her body was too heavy for her. She tried to move but only managed to confirm that she couldn’t lift her arms. She could wiggle her fingers, however, so she did - and noticed that something was holding her right hand tightly. 
Turning her head to look to her right was the effort of a lifetime, but the reward was incredible - there, on a stool next to her bed, was Bofur. He’d put his hat on the nightstand next to the bed, and laid his head down next to the hand he was clasping tightly with both of his.
“Bofur,” she tried to say, but couldn’t make a sound other than a raspy breath that first made her wince and then started her coughing. Beside her, Bofur shot up like he’d been stung, looking wildly around the room before he realised she was the one coughing.
“Briar! Ye’re awake!” he said, surprised joy shining out of his eyes, raising her hand to his mouth to press a whiskered kiss to the back of it. Suddenly he jolted, carefully putting her hand down before bolting to the door and yelling for Óin.
“About time ye wake up, lass,” the gruff healer said as he entered the room.
“How long…?”
“Three weeks, lass, and it was touch and go for a while there,” he replied, not looking up from where he was removing the bandages on her foot. “However, I do think this was the best outcome - if ye’re in a coma ye can’t be up and about, running around on this foot of yers and ruining all my hard work.”
He gestured for her to look, and while she really didn’t want to see, she gathered up what bravery she had left and lowered her gaze to her feet. She couldn’t help but let out a gasp when she saw it, however. The most shocking part was just how normal her foot looked - the scar tissue was much shinier than the rest of her skin, of course, and the hair hadn’t started growing out just yet - maybe wouldn’t grow, considering how much of her foot was a scar now, but other than that… her foot looked, maybe not fine, but like it eventually would be.
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mrkida-art · 1 year
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A dwarrowdam called Thorin and a spinster hobbit known as Miss Baggins
Bonus
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wearchartreuse · 2 months
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a risky idea that I wrote down and would like to share :)
POV: Smaug, a centuries-old being, can shapeshift. You are fem!Bilbo sneaking quietly through Erebor’s treasure hoard as The Company’s unwitting burglar. Smaug appears to you as a vibrant elfin femme, voluptuous and long… draped like sinew along the cursed gold. She is preoccupied and does not know you are there.
Also, fem!Thorin, with whom you are smitten, is on your mind.
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pgummie · 1 year
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Venti and fem!Bilbo sketch that maybe I'll color later yay
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shadebloopnik · 6 months
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I was rereading an old Bagginshield fic, An Eye For Quality (arguably my favorite FemBilbo fic, especially with how her gender makes a huge difference with her upbringing), and stumbled on this part.
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I remembered how I laughed dead at it back then and I STILL found it hilarious so here's a badly made doodle of it(rushed before i loss inspo to do it lmao)
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I know it really isn't that funny but my humor is dead and its HILARIOUS to me so I made it everyone else's problem
(pardon how weird it looks, im horrible at drawing beards and men and dwarves in general no matter how I love them. Also am lazy so :b)
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I can’t believe I’ve been in the Hobbit fandom for 11 years and this is the first time I’m writing Bagginshield. 
Happy (pre)-Femslash Feb!
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“Can I help you, Miss Baggins?” Isla Baggins blinked over the top of the diary, which she had opened out of habit, shaking her head to clear the bleariness from her eyes. Thorin had been exceptionally dour since their arrival in Rivendell and it was starting to get on her nerves, though she hadn’t meant to stare at the dwarrowdam quite so intently. “No,” she muttered, then paused. “You don’t like being here, do you?”
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the-elusive-soleil · 7 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield Characters: Hamfast Gamgee, Sam Gamgee, Ted Sandyman, Rose Cotton, Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield Additional Tags: Female Bilbo Baggins, Female Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, hobbit gossip, outsider pov, Post-The hobbit, the Shire thinks this is a Hades/Persephone AU, they are mistaken, but what can you do, title shamelessly stolen from Hadestown because I'm still not over it Summary:
Hobbits love to gossip and tell tales, even (or especially) the most respectable ones, and one of their favorite topics is "Mad" Bella Baggins and how she was stolen away by the grim Mountain King...
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