Home by Ann Cantell (AckwardTurtle): A lot has changed since the Battle of the Five Armies. Erebor is steadily on the way to being rebuilt. An alliance has become steady between the elves, humans, and dwarves. And Hobbits are coming to Erebor.

Never Make a Deal with a Demon by silverneko9lives0: Erebor is under siege. The people look to their king in this time of crisis. Thorin is hard pressed for an answer and desperate enough to summon a demon. Except, the demon he ends up summoning is the most undemonlike demon he could have hoped to get.

Under The Mistletoe by alkjira: "The guards found mistletoe outside Bilbo's quarters," Dwalin told Thorin, both of their faces deeply serious as they glanced down at the innocent looking little sprig of greenery with white berries resting in Dwalin's palm.

When wishes come true by Billbalagirl: For strange reasons, Thorin fulfills his last wish before dying; to share a few last moments with his beloved hobbit without rancor or concerns about Erebor. Although there are some details that Thorin would have changed about this wish...

With Compliments to the chef by manic_intent: (Part 1) "Would you stop staring," Bilbo hissed, for the fifth time since service had started. "He's not about to grow horns."

Bofur looked guiltily away from the door, and scuttled back over to the tail end of appetiser prep. "Just checkin' if he liked the amuse-bouche."

"Well," Bilbo scowled, "We have an entire restaurant to feed, not just Mister Durin, and Lobelia's in a fine mood tonight, so if Idon't keep you at prep, she'll light your tail with the blowtorch, I don't wonder."

(Part 2) Thorin jammed his phone back into his coat with a touch more force than was really necessary as he let himself into his penthouse apartment at the top of Erebor Tower. A disastrous day reassuring shareholders over the ramifications of the Keystone executive decision - which in Thorin's opinion had no real fucking bearing on Erebor Inc at all, so fucking what if the Obama administration was pushing a climate change agenda - had culminated in that ridiculous Independent tweet fiasco.

Which had naturally, given the nature of the internet, promptly gone viral. Thorin was going to murder the editor at the Independent. Slowly. Contemplating the intricacies of hiring professional hitmen, Thorin shouldered off his suit jacket, stalking over to his bedroom to hang it on the rack, and stopped dead on his way through the living room when he saw Bilbo in the kitchen, produce arranged in neat piles on the benchtop, arms dusty with flour to the elbows, shirt sleeves rolled high.

Thorin Oakenshield and the Wholly Predictable Monty Python Parody by Lothlorien: "Be quiet! I order you to be quiet!"

Bilbo looked at Ori with raised eyebrows. "Order, eh? Who does he think he is?"

Thorin's face was becoming redder by the second. "I am a king!"

Bilbo was unimpressed. "Well, I didn't vote for you."

heart of fire by Luxio_Nyx: Written for seniorpotato on tumblr, who asked for a sort-of-Frozen!AU
Every Hobbit in the Shire has a Season. The children of Summer are known for their fires, the Springs for their skills at gardening and healing, and the Autumns for the winds that they can bend to their will.
Bilbo Baggins has a different Season, a cursed Season.
Bilbo Baggins is a child of Winter, blamed by many for the suffering of the Fell Winter of his infancy. Shunned and forced to restrain his powers with an amulet, Bilbo suddenly finds his skills needed to assist a horde of suicidal Dwarves on their Quest to kill a dragon.
Fire cannot kill a dragon, but perhaps Ice can... if it can be controlled.

Cut With Our Own Dust by freakylemurcat: It had been a long time since anyone had invited Thorin to bed, and a longer time yet since he had allowed himself the luxury of accepting. Now, on the edge of extreme privation, he rather felt like a quick tumble would be welcome, especially with someone he probably would never see again.

Enter Bilbo Baggins.

hands of gold are always cold by cherrytart: The fighting is over, and there are dues to be paid before the mending can begin. Some traditions not even a King would dare to go against.

Bilbo, though, would much rather not be forgiven.

When To Change by ForgottenChesire: Yeah I separated this as well, feel free to offer new titles.
Bilbo doesn't understand dwarves, he just doesn't. How can they not eat seven meals a day? How can they stand not Shifting into their Second Form when they have to sleep on the ground!? Bilbo also doesn't understand what has gotten into his best friends minds that they think can follow him on a dangerous mission with FAUNTS in tow.