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franklyshipping · 4 years

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Day 18 ~ Christmas 2019 Ego Fanfics

WOOOO DAY NUMBER 18 WOWIE THIS IS MOVING FAST! TIME FOR SOME EXTRA CUTE CUTENESS NOW LET'S DO IT!

TAGGING: @the-authler

Discovering stuff when you’re a tiny kid is weird, you never retain those memories by the time you’re an adult but at the time….everything is just so frickin wild. New things and people appear here there and everywhere, and all you want to do is explore and discover all the new interesting things and people that you possibly can. That, currently, is what a certain young gentleman was doing now as he crawled down a corridor with a wide grin on his face. That’s Luca, chasing his dad Schneeple’s glob assistant Gooper down a corridor because when you’re one and see a cute squishy alive glob thing what else do you do? He was crawling on his hands and knees as fast as he could as he giggled his head off, hurriedly shuffling around a corridor corner….when suddenly, he found himself bumping into a pair of legs.

‘What the-oh….hey uh, kid….’

Luca looked up curiously, realising that the legs belonged to a person. The person had very dark black hair, wore a black shirt, dark jeans, and had the most amazing golden eyes that he had ever seen; Luca could only really gauge that he was an Ippy (aka an Iplier) because they all looked sort of similar, but this was one Luca hadn’t met before. That is because that this Iplier….was the Author. Needless to say, after certain humiliating events, the Author pretty much kept himself to himself as he slowly worked on his morality, and so was feeling a bit awkward at suddenly having a child in his midst. Luca meanwhile was ecstatic, he loved new people! He smiled up at the Author with wide, happy eyes and a grin.

‘Ah!’

Luca gripped a fistful of the man’s jeans excitedly, and the Author literally just had no idea what to do. Amidst all these socially involved festivities, he’d been trying his damnedest to avoid everyone else with all their feelings and traditions; he just didn’t know where he fitted in amongst it all. As he looked down at the little boy, he cleared his throat awkwardly.

‘Hey….uhm, it’s Luca right? You’re one of Schneeple’s?’

Author asked hopefully, he knew there was a bunch of people’s offspring in the household for the holidays and he was just hoping he was discerning which was which correctly. Thankfully, he’d gotten it right, and Luca lit up excitedly at hearing the familiar sound of his dad’s name.

‘Da!’

Relief washed over the Author at that, and he was thanking the heavens that the little boy at the very least understood some language; if it wasn’t clear, the Author wasn’t really sure how to interact with children….or anyone really. The Author figured he should return him to Schneeple, and so wriggled his leg a little.

‘Cool, uh, speaking of him, I can take you back to your dad if you want? Just let go of my leg…’

The Author was expecting the little guy to be eager to return to his dad, but to the Author’s surprise, the little boy just tightened his grip on his trouser leg. Luca giggled and grinned up at him.

‘Nuh!’

The Author blinked a few times down at him, befuddled as to what in the heck was happening.

‘Wha-? Kid, c’mon my leg isn’t that interesting.’

The Author let out a little laugh as he wiggled his shin more, but that just made the little boy wrap his tiny arms around his shin and let out peals of louder giggles. Basically, Luca had decided he wanted to play with the new Ippy man.

‘Nuhuuh! Leeeg!’

The Author felt himself smiling as he looked down at Luca, realising with amazement that this kid had decided he wanted to play with him. The Author knew that he could easily just pick the little boy up and carry him to Schneeple….but his smile was so cute and the Author found himself wanting to indulge the kid in his play. The Author put his hands on his hips and raised an eyebrow down at Luca.

‘Oh? So you’re not gonna let go of my leg?’

Luca giggled and shook his head, wrapping his arms and legs tightly around his shin as he snuggled into it giddily. The Author snickered fondly down at him before humming in thought, trying to think of something playful for the kid….then, he had the most wonderful idea.

‘Y’know….I know someone who comes after those who don’t let go of people’s legs…’

Author whispered, and he had to fight a broad grin when the little boy gasped with wide, curious eyes. Luca was getting giddier and giddier by the second, and started looking around to see who else was coming….oh if only he knew.

‘Whooo?’

The Author looked around for a few moments, before letting himself grin and wiggle his fingers down at the little boy.

‘The tickle monster!’

Luca let out a mighty, happy squeal; he knew the tickle monster very well since his dad and Septic uncles knew the tickle monster too! Luca buried his face in the Author’s shin as the Author fluttered his fingers gently in his underarms.

‘Nahahaha! Tihihihick!’

The Author snickered, mainly at himself since he was still in disbelief that this was happening, but the kid was just too adorable. It was almost as if the Author was going soft.

‘You gonna let go?’

The Author cooed down at Luca, but the little boy merely shook his head and continued to hug the hell out of the Author’s leg. He was giggling his adorable heart out, and his dimples were showing now as he replied; he was having so much fun.

‘Nuhuhuhuhu!’

The Author let out a dramatic sigh, letting his fingertips scratch the little boy’s underarms still.

‘Well I guess the tickle monster’s gonna have to keep tickle tickle tickling then!’

Luca’s face scrunched up as he let out a joyful squeal, to be honest all his favourite games with his dad and funny uncles were tickle games; like father like son frankly. Luca particularly loved when Uncle Anti played because he growled a lot and was always a goofy tickle monster; Luca loved this new tickle monster though, he was super fun.

‘Mahahahstaahh nahah!’

The Author smiled fondly down at the pink cheeked boy, whilst also moving his tickling fingers down to his tummy, which was the softest, squishiest thing that the Author thought he’d ever come across in his whole life. Author didn’t know why, maybe it was because he was giving someone joy for once, but he was just having so much fun and getting more and more into his tickle monster role by the second.

‘Monster yeees! Oh my, what a soft tummy you have! Have you been eating lots of mince pies by any chance?’

The Author exclaimed with his mouth agape, which made Luca let out cute little snorts through his giggle fits.

‘Yuhuhuhu! Pihihiiiies!’

Luca nodded adorably amidst his reply, he loved mince pies SO much, especially the ones with the icing on top. At his reply the Author gasped, continuing to squish and tickle the little boy’s tummy as he spoke.

‘You have? Can the tickle monster have some?’

Now, don’t get Luca wrong, he was a very sweet and polite boy who would always share any food he had, including mince pies. However, the little boy had learnt that if you denied the tickle monster something, then the odds were that you’d get more tickles. Again, like father like son, Luca wanted more tickles.

‘Nuhuhuhuhuhu! Nuhuhuhu fohohor mahanstahhh!’

Luca shook his head up at the Author amidst his happy laughter, and frankly the Author was aghast! So, of course, he did what any tickle monster would do in this situation, and decided to make do with another snack.

‘Oh but I’m so hungry! I have to eat something!’

Luca squealed when he suddenly felt himself being hoisted up, and before he knew it he was trapped at the Author’s chest and having his tummy still tickled WHILST the shells of his ears were being nibbled! The Author was exceptionally gentle with the tickling though, even though he was a tickle monster he wasn’t cruel….though he did made teasy nomming noises.

‘EEEE! NAHAHA!’

Luca’s high-pitched, childish laughter seemed to just emulate bubbily joy as he wriggled about cutely, his small limbs flailing as he was tickled. The Author softly laughed as he felt small limbs batting his chest and face, but he kept up the tickling because the happiness in the air was just….unprecedented.

‘Mmmmm nummy little baby booooy!’

Luca writhed and squealed, his face and neck very pink now as he gazed up at the Author with wide, watery eyes, crying out amidst his mirth.

‘DUHUN EHEAT MEHEEEE!’

The Author threw his head back with his own laughter now….he hadn’t laughed in so long, who’d have known it would have taken the adorableness of the son of Dr Schneeplestein to coax it out.

‘Ahawww why nohot?’

The Author grinned at the little boy in his arms as he gave him mercy from the tickling, and he chuckled when the giggly boy gave his face a soft push as he replied.

‘Bahad!’

Author was impressed, this kid was succinct and to the point, he respected that in a fellow gentleman. The Author held him upright in his arms as he replied dramatically, with his eyebrows greatly furrowed.

‘Ohhh is eating people bad?’

Luca nodded extensively, making the Author smile and muse.

‘Say, you seem like you know the difference between good and bad. Could you teach me?’

As soon as the word “teach” left the Author’s mouth, Luca’s eyes were wide and he was squealing with excitement. Something about Luca was that he loved telling people things he knew, if he saw an advert on TV he’d ramble about it to anyone and everyone he saw. And in this case, Luca knew EVERYTHING about good and bad, and so he puffed out his little chest determinedly as he exclaimed.

‘Yah! Luca teach!’

The Author grinned at how adorably determined he was, and Luca went on to explain the finesses of right and wrong to the Author as the man slowly walked them in the direction of where he figured other people might be. The Author suddenly felt like he wanted to be around other people….he felt like he knew where to start when it came to fitting in.

WOOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DO WOOOO LUV YOUS XX

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laisselfreemaiden · 6 years

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Grandmother’s Ring p.2

Pairing: I have it decided but ;)

Warnings: Cursing and...idk honestly I forget. Is genderneutral friend a warning?? Idk probably not oops

Summary: Your grandmother left you a silver ring. What happens when you find a new world after it’s yours?

A/n: I have a genderneutral friend for you in here, but if I missed a they/them in there please let me know, I’ve never used those for a single character before so it’s weird for me to get used to ^^; and I made your interactions and nicknames like how I talk to my friends so sorry!

You wake up ten minutes before your alarm goes off, making you groan and roll over with your face in your pillow. You have no idea what could have woken you up, but something had. And it feels horrible because you were in the middle of a good dream, too. Rubbing your eyes, you decide to just get up for work. You shut off your alarm, put on your black pants and off-white t-shirt, then grab your bag and head out the door. You say goodbye to your cat, scratching behind her ears, then lock the door behind you. Your best friend is waiting outside in his car for you, texting on his phone as you slam the door shut.

“Who you texting?” You lean over his shoulder with a grin, seeing “Beautiful<3” in the chat.

“Just Mac. Ready to serve coffee and candy to people for like...five hours?”

Your eyes roll. “How are they, anyway? And no, it’s gonna suck ass, but at least I get good enough tips.”

He smiles and starts driving to the cafe you work at. Mac and Jace have been your friends since middle school and you are definitely their biggest cheerleader when it came to their relationship. Mac is a huge sweetie, but they’ll kick ass if anyone messes with you or their boyfriend. They may be a shorty, but they are absolutely your bodyguard.

You thank Jace for the ride and head inside, seeing Mac already handing out different coffees and chocolates to a small family. They shoot you a smile and wink as they put the money in the register.

“Hey, baby girl, ready to work for your living?”

“No,” you laugh softly as you wrap an arm over their shoulders. “But it can’t be so bad if you’re here.”

Mac laughs softly at that, then pats your shoulder gently. “I’m glad to see you’re back to normal.”

It’s been two days since the funeral, four since your grandmother passed, and almost a week of you being in a depressive slump. You’re not sure what had broken it, maybe having some of her things have helped. Like her ring. It’s an oddly comfortable weight against your chest.

“Yo, you feel okay, babes?” Mac nudges your arm, then snaps next to your ear.

You jump on instinct. “Ah! Um, s-sorry, I guess I spaced out.”

They smirk. “Thinkin’ about a booooy~?” The teasing lilt in their voice doesn’t go unnoticed. “Aw, did he even get you a ring?”

When they reach for it, you playfully swat at their hands. They pout and whimper, cradling their hand like you’d actually hit them.

“Hey! I have paper skin!” You know that’s a joke, so you shoot back at them.

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, just as thin as your lies, isn’t it?”

They grin at you, leaning against the counter as you start making orders. “So? Where’s the ring from?”

“Apparently,” you hand off a latte and make change real quick, “my grandmother had it hidden away for me. Weird note, too, she played a pronoun game.”

“So...you’re either gonna meet a mentor or horrible evil villain. Can I tag along?” They laugh softly again.

“Yeah...I also knocked myself out, too, and woke up in a weird place. Really pretty, like something out of National Geographic.”

They whistle lowly. “Trippy. Sure it wasn’t just a dream?”

You shrug. “Something hit my head and I still have a bruise. Though maybe that’s from hitting the floor.”

“And no concussion? Maybe it’s a lucky ring!” Their mouth forms an ‘o’.

“I don’t believe in luck or magic like that, remember?” You playfully flick them, earning a laugh.

“Cuz you’re boring!”

“Hey!” Your manager snaps. “Maybe try working instead of chatting!”

“Sorry,” you both say in unison.

“Regardless,” they say as you both start working the machines. “It’s a beautiful ring.”

“Yeah, thanks, Mac ‘n’ Cheese.”

You and Mac work for about two or three hours until your break, when the both of you went outside to wait for Jace to pick you up for food. Well, he’d pick up food and bring it to you both. That’s his assigned job, according to Mac. He doesn’t seem to mind, though, since that means he can sneak food from your bags while he drives.

When he steps out with two bags of food, Mac grabs their favorite before pecking his cheek. You smile. They really are cute together.

“So, my two amigos,” Jace says casually as all of you sit on the steps, “who’s excited for the extended weekend tomorrow?”

“Extended?” You tilt your head curiously. Why didn’t you know about this?

Mac makes a noise around a mouthful of food. Then they mumble something with sporadic hand gestures and acting like you could understand them. You blink a few times before looking at Jace.

He chuckles, ruffling their hair gently. “Boss called Mac last night and said that since Monday was a holiday, you guys could just take off the weekend and Monday.”

You shake your head. “Nah, man, I gotta work Monday, or else my mom will find out and I’ll have to do God knows what.”

“But we were gonna do Three Amigos shit!” Mac cries out after swallowing.

“Sorry, babes, I can’t.” You say with a sigh. “You know how she is.”

“She just cares about you, Y/n.” Jace leans back slightly. “When your dad just...disappeared, you know she basically only had you. And you only have her.”

You get up and throw your trash away before heading back inside. “No. I have you guys. And I had my grandmother.”

Monday has been the second worse day of your life. You flop face first on your bed and scream into a pillow. Not only was your manager an absolute dickhead, some idiot let their child sit on the counter and then the child almost threw their hot coffee at you. So, your work shirt is ruined, your head is pounding, and you really, really wish that you could fall asleep and wake up somewhere different. Anywhere different. You’d even take The Hunger Games at this point.

Rolling onto your back, you feel the cold metal of the ring slide from your neck to rest above your shoulder. You hadn’t even noticed its weight all day. You close your eyes just to rest a few minutes. Just a few. Didn’t you deserve that?

When something whispers around you, you groan, wondering if Mac and Jace had let themselves in again. You keep your eyes closed, seeing if you can gauge where the voice is whispering from, but you can’t. It seems to be almost everywhere but nowhere near you. So, you sit up, wondering if you’d summoned a demon or ghost at any point in your life at this apartment. Nothing. The whispers haven’t stopped yet, though, but the voices seem to be coming...from the ring and your closet, which sunlight seems to be streaming from.

“What the hell...I have to be losing it, right?” You mutter to yourself, getting up to walk closer. May be a stupid thing to do, but your closet is literally glowing by now.

You put your hand into a beam of light. It’s warm, a stark contrast to the world outside and your apartment. If the landlord would turn up the damn heat.

“If this takes me to Narnia, I’m gonna flip my shit,” you mutter, opening your closet and covering your eyes before the light could blind you.

When you open your eyes, you’re greeted by green grass and warm sunlight. Your changed hair is in a loose braid and your clothes are slightly different, but you know it’s the same place. The smell of coffee is still on your skin and hair, but it’s almost completely masked by the pure smell of the world around you. No polluted air from factories, no global warming. It’s just...perfect.

Taking a deep breath, you find yourself on the hill overlooking the town of curly haired people. You quickly made your way down, only to find that the tallest are nearly a head shorter than you, and you’re not really that tall. Their feet are bare and fuzzy and their faces are merry, but a bit dirty. Their clothes are bright as well.

“No way…” you mutter before running to see if what you think is real.

You stop abruptly at the sight of a curly haired man in a yellow vest smoking a pipe. He looks at you in surprise as the need to fix your outfit grows.

“Good morning,” he says politely. “Can I help you, miss?”

“Umm…” you trail off as you pretend you aren’t having an existential crisis. “C-can you...tell me where I am?”

Bilbo gives you a confused look. “The Shire. Bag-End, to be precise. Are you alright? You look flushed.”

Not willing to admit you believe you’ve probably died, you nod and squeak out, “I’m fine.”

He taps his pipe with his index finger as he wiggles his nose in thought. “Well...I was just about to make some tea. Would you...like to join me? It might settle your nerves.”

Tea with a hobbit. Not just any hobbit, either. The one and only Bilbo Baggins of Bag-End, who finds the One Ring and goes on incredible journeys and is one of your favorite characters, mostly because of his sarcasm and how he’d rather stay home than go out.

You follow him in and you just fit under his lights, which surprises you. Maybe the magic also made you shrink a little. Honestly, you have no idea what the rules of this world are really.

“Please, sit. What kind of cake is your favorite? I will see if I have any.”

You blank for a moment, blinking a few times before you snap to your senses. “Oh! Ah, yes, um...if you have...um, any strawberry cake?”

He smiles, nodding. “Lucky you, I went a bought a few today at the market.” He then disappears into his larder room.

You slump down in your chair, sighing heavily as you try to grasp everything that’s happening.

Let’s start from the beginning. One, you got your grandmother’s silver ring. Two, you went home after work. Three, your closet was glowing and you walked through. Which probably was stupid in theory. What if it had just been a really bright light? That would’ve been a prank Mac would pull on you. Four, you somehow have made your way into MIDDLE EARTH OF ALL PLACES from that closet. Has it always been there?

Come to think of it...all these crazy things only started when you got the ring.

You sit up more as Bilbo comes back with a tray of tea and cakes. You’d have to think more about this later. Up until you saw the cakes, you didn’t realize how hungry you are.

You’ll think more about this with a full stomach.

#the hobbit #the hobbit x reader #x reader #lotr #lord of the rings #bilbo baggins #Grandmother's ring #this is gonna be fun #and a hell of a ride

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