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yensasha replied to your post: Baby Mine - chapter ten is up and…

second last chapter and this happened?!

*shrugs guiltily* I’m sorry? It’ll be fine by the end, I promise! x

owlchicken replied to your post: Baby Mine - chapter ten is up and…

Ooh, how could you? This is too heartbreaking! But I still love you!

my work here is done, mwahahaaa… no but seriously, thank you, and I love you too! x

thealmightymattie replied to your post: Baby Mine - chapter ten is up and…

Ow. WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS ESPECIALLY IN THE SECOND LAST CHAPTER OW OW *sobs* (but wow though- that was beautifully done!)

IHJDGK:SHD NO STAWP thank you my darling (and I’m sorry!) <3

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Baby Mine - chapter ten is up and i’m really very sorry

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(i suck - i&#8217;m so sorry i took so long to write this! hope it&#8217;s ok &lt;3)
The Hot Dwarf.
If you asked Aidan Turner to sum up his Hobbit career in three words, those would be it. The irony was, he’d never uttered any of them before in his life.
It all started, like most things did, as an innocent joke used to tease the baby of their group; Stephen might have rolled his eyes and said it as he complained about the fact that Aidan only had to spend 30 minutes in make-up as opposed to 15 years like he did, or James would ruffle his hair and pinch his cheeks and coo it at him like some sort of embarrassing father. However, as far as insults went, it had to be the nicest one Aidan had received, and to start with he joked along with them as well.
Then, like all things, it soon lost its novelty very quickly.

Somewhere along the line, the media picked up on it too, and it soon became the only way to mention him. Peter Jackson may well have been to blame for that - he had a habit of referring to him with that particular epithet more times that Aidan cared to know about. It was just him that received this treatment, of course. Martin was, in Peter’s eyes, ‘the perfect Bilbo’ and never got such emphasis put on the way he looked; Richard, who was in all honesty a very attractive man himself, also got described with words such as ‘brooding’ or ‘intense’ or ‘an admirable leader’. However, god forbid the topic ever turn to Aidan, because Peter would just laugh loudly and say, “Oh yes, our resident hot dwarf!”
It shouldn’t hurt, and really, Aidan was being stupid for letting it get to him like that. But to be truthful, it kind of stung a bit. However, even then it was only said in playful jest without the slightest bit of malice behind it, and Aidan dealt with it because hey, it could be worse. But then things started getting a bit more spiteful, and the words turned sharper, and it soon became clear that they were trying to make him squirm. They were like kids in the playground, and Aidan was the poor little shit in the bottle specs and braces.
Rob Kazinsky was the first one to instigate it, which wasn’t particularly surprising – the man was nice enough, but occasionally he didn’t think before he spoke. Or maybe he did, and that just made it even worse. After a particularly exhausting day, Aidan managed to fuck up his lines about four times in a row, much to the obvious annoyance of the rest of the cast. His fifth attempt went much the same way, and Rob let out a dramatic sigh and put his hands on his hips.
“It’s a good thing you’re pretty,” he said in an overly camp voice, which earned him uproarious laughter from the others. Aidan chuckled too and scratched the back of his neck. He tried to brush it off as best he could, but it hurt more than he wanted to admit. It only got worse from there. Jed, who was one of the nicest and weirdest men you could ever hope to meet, took to calling him an elf and joking about how he didn’t belong in their company. Graham would roll his eyes in interviews if Aidan was ever mentioned, and call him the hot one ‘if you were into that sort of thing’. Even Richard, who had sort of taken it upon himself to become Aidan’s surrogate uncle figure, would laugh at all the teasing and then tell him to cheer up whenever he seemed to be a bit pissed off about it. Which, in most cases, he was.
The truth was, Aidan couldn’t really see what they were on about. Most of his adult life had been littered with compliments about his appearance, which was nice and all, but when Aidan looked in the mirror all he saw was the same skinny, spotty kid from his teenage years. And sure, most of the time he had confidence coming out of his arse, but nothing quite puts that through the mill like being told the only reason you’re worth something is because of your face. So yeah, Aidan was taking it personally. 
Eventually, Rob left. As far as Aidan was concerned, he just hoped the door didn’t hit him on his way out. They brought in a new actor to play Fili – a friendly, laid-back Kiwi named Dean O’Gorman, who had gorgeous blue eyes and dimples like craters. It didn’t take long for Aidan to develop a crush the size of North Island on him. Then one night, after drinking solidly since about 6&#160;o’clock that evening, Aidan and Dean found themselves propping each other up outside the bar and giggling to themselves as they waited for their taxi. That’s when Aidan had kissed him. That was also when Dean had kissed him back and, ultimately, it was the moment when they first started dating. Suddenly, things didn’t seem quite so bad.
Dean never called him names. Actually, this might be because he got pretty similar treatment himself, but Dean just let it all roll off him like water off a ducks back. Aidan envied his laissez faire attitude towards the entire thing, because it just got under his skin more and more as the weeks went by. He was pretty sure that one day he’d explode, and he felt sorry for the poor bastard that was around to cause it.
In fact, that was exactly what happened. It was a Wednesday afternoon, just after their lunch break. Aidan and Dean were sat companionably on the floor as they waited for the next scene to be set up, talking in low voices to each other and generally just trying to keep out of the way. All of a sudden, Peter bounded over to them and clapped his hands together.
“Come on, boys, I’m not paying you to sit around and look pretty.”
“I thought that was exactly what you were paying them for,” James said, inspecting his nails in a nonchalant way; he was stood a bit further away, but still within hearing distance. Dean laughed, taking it all in his stride, but quite frankly Aidan had reached boiling point. He squinted up at James, a strained smile on his face.
“And what exactly do you mean by that, Jimmy?”
James looked down at him in surprise, clearly not expecting that kind of response. He just shrugged. “Well, it’s true, isn’t it? I know my good looks certainly help, but you two are the proper eye-candy of the film.”
“You flatter us so,” Dean replied with a smirk, pushing himself to his feet. He offered a hand to Aidan, who accepted it, but folded his arms and looked at the other Irishman again.
“Right, so that’s the only reason why we’re here, is it? Not because we’re decent actors or anything, we’re just here because of the way we look.”
“Don’t be stupid, Aidan, you know that’s not true-” Peter started, but James cut across him with narrowed eyes and a confrontational expression on his face.
“What’s that stick up your arse for, Turner? Being the hot dwarf proving too much for you?” he shot back. Aidan let out a snort of disbelieving laughter and ran a hand over his forehead.
“I’m fucking done with this,” he said quietly, that same incredulous, pissed off smile on his face. Then, doing absolutely nothing for the diva image he was creating, he stormed off back to his trailer, leaving a very surprised Dean, Peter and James in his wake. When he eventually got to his mobile home, he wrenched open the door and threw himself onto the bed like a petulant child. He was angry. He could feel it thrumming under his skin; that sort of white-hot rage, punctuated with wounded knowledge that it had been James to tip him over the edge. He curled up on himself, wiping his eyes furiously because there was no way he was going to cry like a baby over something as stupid as this.
There was a knock at the door. Aidan didn’t reply; he just sat there, frowning at a spot on the floor with his arms wrapped around his shins. Whoever it was didn’t care, however, and walked in regardless. As it turned out, it was Dean, and he looked pretty annoyed.
“What the fuck was that all about?” he asked, folding his arms. Aidan shrugged hopelessly, the fight leaving his body as quickly as it appeared. He sniffed and wiped at his eye again.
“I dunno, man. I’m sorry, I just…” He didn’t get much chance to continue, because Dean sighed and climbed up onto the bed beside him, before wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him into a hug.
“Come on, what’s got you upset? Is it all this Hot Dwarf shit?”
“Sort of.”
“Bit of a weird thing to get offended by.”
Aidan exhaled heavily through his nose, trying to do everything within his power not to pull away from Dean. “You don’t understand.”
“So help me,” he replied, nuzzling his cheek against the Kili wig. Aidan shifted uncomfortably – Dean was hardly therapist material, and anyway, he didn’t really want to sound like any more of an idiot than he already did. But something told him Dean wasn’t going to judge or laugh at him, so he took a deep breath and went for it.
“Sometimes they make me feel like that’s all I’m worth, y’know? I know they don’t mean it, but… I dunno, it still hurts sometimes,” he shrugged, nestling his head down against Dean’s chest. The other man hummed and squeezed him tighter. They sat there in silence for a few moments, until finally Dean spoke.
“Do you remember the first time we hung out?”
Aidan let out a huff of laughter and nodded. “Yeah, I guess.”
It was about two weeks after Dean’s audition, during their day off – the two decided to hang out around Aidan’s rented house, lying on the grass of his tiny garden in the New Zealand sun, and talking about pretty much everything there was to talk about. Their conversation hadn’t stopped all day, to the point where Aidan’s throat had nearly given out. He smiled to himself at the memory, closing his eyes as he listened to the sound of Dean’s heartbeat. “What about it?”
“Well,” Dean started, and Aidan could feel his chest rumble as he spoke. “I know I’m going to sound like a sap, but that’s when I first started falling for you.”
Aidan burst into proper laughter at that, but he couldn’t stop the warm feeling of happiness that was currently flooding through his body. “You’re right, you do sound like a sap.”
“Yeah, alright,” Dean said, pinching the back of his neck playfully. “Anyway, the point is, we just spent that entire day lying down talking to each other, and I don’t think I looked at you once. I just really enjoyed listening to you and what you had to say – Aid, you’re definitely not hard on the eyes by a long stretch of the imagination, but I fell in love with you, not the way you look. There’s so much more to you than that.”
He couldn’t speak. It was like the words were getting caught up in his throat and unable to make it out of his mouth. Instead, Aidan just buried his face against Dean’s chest and made a whining noise against the costume.
“You’re too good to me,” he finally mumbled. Dean laughed, rubbing his hand across his shoulder blades.
“Yeah, I know. It’s the truth, though,” he said. They stayed like that for a little while, until Dean shifted underneath him. “Come on, we’d better get going. Let’s see if James begs for your forgiveness.”
“I doubt that somehow.”
Dean hummed in agreement as they both pushed themselves up off the bed. Before he had a chance to grab the door handle, however, Aidan moved forward to take his face in his hands, then leant in and kissed him. Dean smiled against his lips and placed a hand on his lower back to steady himself as he pushed himself on tiptoe to kiss him back. When they broke apart, Dean grinned and lowered himself back down to the floor.
“Okay now?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m grand.”

(i suck - i’m so sorry i took so long to write this! hope it’s ok <3)

The Hot Dwarf.

If you asked Aidan Turner to sum up his Hobbit career in three words, those would be it. The irony was, he’d never uttered any of them before in his life.

It all started, like most things did, as an innocent joke used to tease the baby of their group; Stephen might have rolled his eyes and said it as he complained about the fact that Aidan only had to spend 30 minutes in make-up as opposed to 15 years like he did, or James would ruffle his hair and pinch his cheeks and coo it at him like some sort of embarrassing father. However, as far as insults went, it had to be the nicest one Aidan had received, and to start with he joked along with them as well.

Then, like all things, it soon lost its novelty very quickly.

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When Dean pushed open the door to Libby’s room, he was greeted with the sort of moment he wanted to capture on film and keep forever. Aidan and Libby were sat companionably on the floor, playing with what seemed to be the little Lego dwarf figures, and Aidan had a pink princess crown perched on top of his curly head. The entire thing made Dean burst into laughter, which caused the other two to look up at him in surprise. Aidan blushed and smirked, hand coming up to adjust his chosen headwear.

“Daddy,” Libby said, frowning slightly in confusion. “Aidan said that he’s your brother in the Hobbit. But he can’t be, can he? Uncle Brett is your brother.”

“Aidan only plays my brother in the film, baby. Fili and Kili,” he explained with a shrug. Libby let out an elongated ‘oh’ as it all started making sense to her.

“Like how Uncle Jared only plays your brother.”

“That’s it,” Dean nodded and smiled. Then he jerked his head towards the hallway. “Come on, children, Nanna said that dinner’s ready.”

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From 8th chapter of Allopoppet’s Aidean fanfic Baby Mine, which is the MOST ADORABLE FIC EVER, GO READ IT NOW.

/SCREAMS LOUDLY

YOU ARE MY MOST FAVOURITE PERSON IN THE WHOLE WORLD AND I JUST LOVE YOU A LOT

SHE’S PERFECT AND EXACTLY HOW I PICTURED HER OH MY GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH <33


TITLE: Baby Mine

PAIRING: Aidan Turner/Dean O’Gorman

RATING: Teen+

SUMMARY: Being a single dad was never going to be easy, Dean knew that. He also knew that while having a role in The Hobbit was one of the biggest moves of his career, it meant being separated from his daughter for the next two years. What he wasn’t counting on, however, was falling in love.

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2nd June 2013 - the day the Aidean fandom died

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Sometimes when I’m sad I check out the Aidean tag here or the Hobbit RPF tag on AO3 and I’m suddenly like 203834593x happier

This post really isn’t relevant to anything other than the fact that holy shit you guys are insanely talented and I just love you all a lot

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TITLE: We’ll Meet Again

PAIRING: N/A

RATING: Gen (will go up)

SUMMARY: Michael Gandolph-Grey was born with a hole in his chest.

In a small English town in 1998, Gandalf finds himself on a mission to reunite all the members of Thorin Oakenshield’s company. However, not everything may go according to plan, especially when there are some who will do whatever it takes to stop this reunion from happening.

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(fuck it, let&#8217;s do both! &lt;3)
It might be a bit of an overused cliché, but the fact still stands – Aidan and Dean really are two sides of the same coin. Aidan is loud and talkative, the sort of guy you’d notice first if you walked into a room. Dean, on the other hand, is much more laid-back and quiet, as if he simply exudes calming waves wherever he goes. It even moves beyond personality and into the realms of physical appearance, where Aidan is the embodiment of ‘tall, dark and handsome’ and Dean is petite with sandy hair and ocean blue eyes. Their contrasts work perfectly with each other.
 However, it becomes especially helpful when they realise that Dean is as clumsy as they come and Aidan’s immune system is completely shot.
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i.
It happens during the escape from the goblins scene, where Dean is supposed to jump from one ledge to another. It’d probably be ten times easier (not to mention safer) if they used a stunt double, but Peter Jackson is all for authenticity and Dean seems like an agile sort, so he decides just to let him do it. They harness Dean up and Peter tells him that he needs to make a running leap as if his life depends on it. What everyone isn’t expecting is for Dean to land heavily on his feet, then stumble and go over on his ankle, with the harness being literally the only thing keeping him from smacking to the floor.
He lets out a yell of pain that has Aidan running. With the help of two crew members, they manage to get Dean lowered to the ground and freed from his harness. He tries to stagger to his feet, but putting any weight on his injured ankle makes him cry out again, and he had to lean against Aidan just to keep himself upright. Peter may be a slave driver sometimes but he’s not cruel, so he calls an end to filming and tells Dean to go rest in his trailer (after Dean assures him that no, he definitely does not need a medic). And of course you can’t have Kili without Fili, which means that Aidan is allowed to accompany him.
After all but carrying Dean back to his trailer, Aidan helps him lie down on the couch. Various bits of first aid that he learned in secondary school comes floating back to him; things like check for breakage and apply cool compress and elevate the injury. But Dean looks so miserable that Aidan doesn’t want to move him any more than he has to. Removing Fili’s boot earns him a stream of curses as Dean screws up his eyes and grits his teeth. His ankle is already showing signs of bruising and swelling – quite frankly, it looks like agony. Dean lets out a pathetic whimper.
“I’m an idiot.”
“You’re telling me,” Aidan replies, but he leans in to kiss Dean on the forehead. Really, sometimes Aidan thinks he should be given some sort of Perfect Boyfriend award, especially now as he gathers up painkillers and water and presses them into Dean’s hands. Then he dampens a tea-towel in cold water (because really, where the hell is he going to find an icepack in a trailer?) He walks back over to the injured man and pats his good leg.
“Come on, shift up.”
Eventually they get themselves manoeuvred so that Dean has his feet in Aidan’s lap. His ankle looks painful, but Aidan doesn’t really suspect that it’s broken – however, wrapping it in the dishcloth makes him hiss in discomfort, so there’s a high chance that he’s probably sprained it. Trust Dean O’Gorman to bugger things up. Aidan trails his fingers along his foot, careful to be light so as not to aggravate the wound any more than it already is. Dean hums and leans his head back against the arm of the sofa.
“That feels quite nice, actually,” he muses, and Aidan can’t help but chuckle. Something tells him that this won’t be the last time he’ll be looking after Dean. But he already knows that he’ll never get sick of it.
ii.
What Aidan will get sick of, however, is getting sick. Waking up to a thumping headache and a hacking cough is not something he’s unused to, but he really does not enjoy it at all. Still, without trying to sound overly passé, the show must go on – despite every muscle in his body telling him to stay in bed, Aidan manages to drag himself out of his tiny rented house and into the studio (and he’s not even that late today).
Dean knows there’s something wrong as soon as he sees him. Although Aidan is still wearing that familiar cheerful smile, he’s paler than usual and there are definite dark shadows under his eyes. Plus there’s that horrible, chesty cough that just won’t seem to leave. But people can’t say that Aidan isn’t a trooper, because he still goes out there and acts with everything he has. However, eventually the illness becomes too much and Peter has to call for cut as Aidan is too busy coughing up a lung to deliver his line. By the time he’s finished he’s completely worn his throat raw, so there’s no chance that he’ll be able to speak anyway – it’s not fair to make him keep working, especially as the poor man looks dead on his feet, so Peter gives in and tells everyone to break for lunch.
Dean practically drags Aidan to his trailer, because he’s still insisting that he’s fine, Dean, honestly it sounds a lot worse than it actually is. It’s utter bullshit and the both of them know it. After a few minutes and no small amount of force, Dean manages to get Aidan to lie in bed, where he immediately cocoons himself amongst the covers and huddles up to face the wall. Dean rolls his eyes and sets to work making tea.
One cup of tea later and the two are sat companionably in bed; Aidan’s head is resting listlessly on Dean’s shoulder and every time he coughs his entire body shakes. Dean sighs, then pulls him in for a hug.
“You’re really not well, are you?”
Aidan just makes a pitiful whining sound and even that sounds strained. Dean places a kiss against his curls.
“Ok, got it, no more talking.&#8221;
Well, no more talking for Aidan at least. Dean spent the next hour just telling him stories and anecdotes and jokes until he can feel his own throat getting hoarse. Still, Aidan seems to appreciate it – he laughs in all the right places (when he’s not too busy violently coughing), and after a little while he wraps his arms around Dean’s waist and lies his head against his chest. They lie like that until one of the crew members comes to fetch Dean back for filming, much to Aidan’s frustration.
“Hey, come on,” he says when Aidan frowns at him. “It’s not going to be for long. And when I’m done I’ll take you home and look after you properly, what do you say?”
 Aidan doesn’t say anything, due to the current incapacitation of his voice. Instead he just settles back down in bed and shoots Dean a smirk that says ‘I look forward to that’.
iii.
They form quite a team, on reflection. Aidan kisses away all of Dean’s cuts and bruises, and in repayment Dean holds him through any illness or malady. The two of them would admit that any form of pain is no walk in the park, but it’s always nice to have someone to pick you up and set you right again.

(fuck it, let’s do both! <3)

It might be a bit of an overused cliché, but the fact still stands – Aidan and Dean really are two sides of the same coin. Aidan is loud and talkative, the sort of guy you’d notice first if you walked into a room. Dean, on the other hand, is much more laid-back and quiet, as if he simply exudes calming waves wherever he goes. It even moves beyond personality and into the realms of physical appearance, where Aidan is the embodiment of ‘tall, dark and handsome’ and Dean is petite with sandy hair and ocean blue eyes. Their contrasts work perfectly with each other.

 However, it becomes especially helpful when they realise that Dean is as clumsy as they come and Aidan’s immune system is completely shot.

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SERIES - Drinking Games
“When Dean had signed up to join the cast of The Hobbit, he hadn’t really known what to expect. However, he was pretty sure that the amount of alcohol abuse, shameless flirting, and nakedness he’d end up experiencing had not even begun to cross his mind.”

TITLE: Strip Poker
PAIRING: Aidan Turner/Dean O’Gorman
RATING: Teen+
SUMMARY: It had started off as a harmless drink over a game of five-card draw. Then one beer had turned into six and suddenly cast members of the Hobbit began losing their clothes.

TITLE: Strip Monopoly
PAIRING: Aidan Turner/Dean O’Gorman
RATING: Teen+
SUMMARY: Strip Monopoly. A game that had previously not existed until Graham McTavish invented it in a bar in Wellington one evening. It seemed to Dean that this cast would participate in anything if it involved enough alcohol and meant getting naked.

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