Bilbo POV
"I truly think that you're losing your mind. You think that these are just dreams!" The dragon-man spat at me, a twisted sly grin tugging at his cupids bow lips. "You're nothing but a halfling who cannot defend himself. You cannot even love anything without getting in over your head. Pathetic little hobbit! You sicken me."
I cowered in the corner against a tall stone column covered in ancient dwarvish script, the tall man sniggering at my cowardice. His breath smelt of burnt flesh, and his long thin nose was dotted with ruby red scales that greatly contrasted with his porcelain skin. "Leave me alone!" I said, my voice less shaky than it should have been. "I'm not afraid of you, Lizard!" I cried out, louder than before.
"Then why are you shaking like a leaf, coward." The reptilian male yelled, then he laughed. He laughed loudly, it sounded sickening. The bellowing cackle sounded like a deep gurgling and a blood curdling scream all at once, he threw his head back and laughed harder. "THIS IS NO NIGHTMARE, BILBO BAGGINS!"
I jerked out of bed, flailing as if I was a bird falling from the nest. It was true, I was shaking like a bloody leaf. I stood to my feet and walked from my room and into the kitchen, scratching my head in frustration. I then grabbed a relatively red apple and headed out to Bag-End, Lumerian said he had the store under control but that store was all I had.
Lumerian greeted me at the door with his usual shy grin, "Hillo there!" He stepped aside so I could get into the shop. "Did you year about the cigarette shop opening up next door?" He questioned, his smile fading the slightest bit. "Thorin went to tell the owner hello and came out a bit.. Well a whole lot.. Pissed off."
I raised a brow and frowned, sighing in frustration. "A cigarette store? My business is going to collapse.. First a bar and now a tobacco shop... This is going to turn out to be one of those neighborhoods." I pouted, burying my face in my hands.
Lumerian placed a hand on my shoulder, obviously trying to comfort me. "Its okay Bilbo, your flower shop is legendary!" He smiled, making the knot in my stomach loosen a bit. "No bar or tobacco shop is going to close down bag-end, I mean have you seen your marigolds? To DIE for." Lumerian chuckled, pulling me into a friendly embrace. He was like a brother. The world was getting more and more overrun with humans, so us hobbits had to stick together.
"Thank you, Lu. For everything, for looking over the shop and calling Thorin when I fell asleep in the beans." I grinned at him, and he just smiled back. "So, would you accompany me to the.. Tobacco store to meet the owner?" I asked cheekily.
He nodded and we walked out of the shop across the vacant street. Golden Hoard and embers tobacco store is what the large neon letters said across the top, I heard his laugh and froze. Holy cheekboners. ((Laughing eternally))
"Master Baggins, lovely of you to stop by, darling. You're looking just as sexy and stunning as ever, especially when your well rested. When I visit you at night you're all disheveled and tired, still cute though." The dragon man smiled, pearl white teeth glinting in the sunrise. His dark curls fell into his eyes as if leaving their color a mystery. Ruby scales lined the bridge of his nose and his collar bones that were well exposed due to his lack of shirt, and other little patches peeked up everywhere on his paper pale skin. The more dragonesque featured were the red horns that poked from his dark curls and his wings that protruded from his shoulder blades. "Oh, doll. Mum ever tell you that staring is impolite." He may have been the ma from my nightmares, but he was much nicer in the flesh.
I quickly looked away, embarrassed for being so distracted by the mans body. "Sorry.." I whispered, then looked back to him.
He smirked and pulled a cigarette from the pocket of his dark skinny jeans and let out a seductive sound, causing a bright spark to emerge from his parted lips. The ember landed on the cigarette and he stuck it in his lips, "I must see you later, and tell Oakensheild I will gain my rightful prize soon. Names Smaug, by the way." He gave a wink that was barely visible by his veil of curls, and he then turned and walked away. I couldn't help but notice he swung his hips as he walked.
Lumerian looked over to me, eyes wide in amazement. "I can see why Thorin's not too fond of him." He chuckled.
I raised an eyebrow at him, "Huh.. What do you mean?" I was totally oblivious to what Lu was laying down.
Lu shook his head, "That dragon. He.. He likes you, a lot. And to be 100% honest, he's hot. And that is not a dragon fire pun." He smirked.
"B-but why would Thorin care..?" I pouted, confused more than I was previously.
Lu just grinned, "You oblivious halfling, you'll see soon enough." What does that even mean?
Thorin's POV
That sick sick creature, trying to slither his way into Bilbos life. I could never gain my burglar back if he fell for the reptilian god, I could not compete with the dragon and his spell. If I were to get Bilbo into my arms he would have to stay away from Smaug, even if I had to kill him.
'My property.' That is what he had called Bilbo, property. Nobody owned him, nobody ever would. A knock on the office door jolted me from my angry thoughts, a very distraught Lumerian entered.
"May I have a word, sir?" He squeaked as if he was afraid to be in my presence. I nodded and forced a smile, slightly worrying about Lumerians problem. "That new guy.. Smaug. I think I know why you dislike him so much.." Lumerian said in almost a whisper.
I raised an angry brow, "What do you think you know, halfling!" Thorin groaned.
Lumerian cringed a bit, "Thorin.. You're In love with Bilbo."
((Yay! Finally some character relationships yes. Anyways, big thanks to a great friend @dorottya_P because she helped me with Smaugs design in a way and came up with the love triangle thing. P.s. SMAUG IS REALLY SEXY AND IT MAKES ME GRIN LIKE WHILE I WAS WRITING HIM I WAS LIKE JESUS HES GONNA BE SO SEXY anyways.))
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Daffodils, Daisys, and Drinks ((Bagginsheild AU))
FanfictionBagginsheild, Lots of it. Bilbo Baggins, the owner of Bag-End Flower shop keeps sending out noise complaints to get the bar next door shut down. That is, until he meets the Dwarvish man who owns it.
