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guardianofrivendell · 3 years

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Adorable

Fíli x OC Tullaina

A/N: Here's my contribution to my own birthday challenge 😎 I put the used quote in bold. A short drabble, but a cute one I think!

Fíli was staring. He knew, but he didn’t care. He shouldn’t, but he didn’t care.

The way she moved, how she handled the knives, slicing through the dummies as if they were made of butter…

He sighed. Fíli had a thing for knives, he always had, his stomach fluttering in contentment whenever he was fighting with them or throwing them at makeshift targets.

Seeing Tullaina handling them however gave him a different feeling in his stomach.

Not entirely unpleasant, although he was getting rather hot and queasy.

Thorin and Dwalin kept shouting things at her, pointers to improve her attacks, her footwork and the like. Not that she needed them, according to Fíli.

No, Tullaina couldn’t be more perfect.

‘I don’t understand why everyone’s intimidated by her, she looks so cute’, Fíli thought while watching her decapitate another training dummy with a single blow of her knife. See? Adorable.

Thorin and Dwalin had a hard time finding sparring partners for Tullaina. She had the habit of getting a little too engrossed in fights and whoever was lucky enough to beat her in a sparring session - which Fíli had noticed was becoming more and more difficult - was in for days or weeks of foul looks and found themselves at the receiving end of most of her pranks, to the delight of both Durin princes of course who were more than eager to help her.

So Tullaina kept training by herself.

And Fíli kept staring.

Until his view was blocked by his brother.

“Do you mind?” he huffed, trying to push Kíli away. Kíli however knew exactly what his brother had been up to and didn’t think about giving him what he wanted.

“I do actually,” Kíli teased, his familiar grin present. “As Tullaina’s best friend I need to look out for her.”

Fíli looked up at his brother. “What do you mean by that?”

"Come on, Fee. We both know you're not staring at her to study her footwork."

Fíli's cheeks flushed and he mumbled, "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not staring."

Kíli patted his brother's shoulder in an encouraging gesture. "Just tell her how you feel."

Fíli sighed and watched Tullaina take a swing at Dwalin, who decided to show her a new move but barely dodged Tulls' counter attack. Dwalin didn't hesitate and immediately charged back, Tulls yelped when the sword scraped her arm.

He cursed and dropped his sword, rushing over to the Dwarrowdam, apologizing profusely.

Thorin tried to warn him, knowing it was one of Tullaina's signature moves during training, but it was too late. Tulls gripped Dwalin in a headlock and flung him over her thigh on the sand with a dull thud. She raised her arms in the air and cried out in victory, immediately turning towards Fíli, "Did you see that?"

Fíli chuckled and raised his thumb at her, ignoring the way his stomach did a backwards flip when she grinned at him.

He looked up when he heard his brother snort.

"That lovesick smile of yours is really subtle brother."

Fíli grunted and shoved his brother off the bench. "Go start your training, I'll be right there to kick your ass."

He was going to tell her how he felt. He really was. Just not today.

#fili x tullaina #Fili x oc #guardianofrivendell birthday writing challenge #Fili #Fili drabble #The hobbit #The Hobbit x oc

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jazzistolkienfanfics · 3 years

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Oh, dear! I'm so sorry for requesting prompt 22! I didn't see it crossed before! I'm so sorry!

If that's ok, can I change to 34 (“I may love you, but I will kick your ass if you tempt me to.”)? Still with Thorin, if possible.

Thank you and sorry again!

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hi anon! that’s totally fine, here it is! this one is super short because i’m tired as fuck (sorry for the wait, i had to finish ‘gundabad’ first)

i combined this with a question from another anon (or are you the same anon? i do not know, i’m sorry) asking me how tall i was (5’2.5”) and if i could write something about it

34. “I may love you, but I will kick your ass if you tempt me to.”

Type: Imagine Pairing: Thorin x reader Summary: According to Y/N, being short is a curse, but Thorin doesn’t see it that way Warnings: ‘fuck’ Word Count: 691 (smol cute one)

Y/N coughed as the scroll she was unrolling unleashed a heavy cloud of dust, waving her s/c hand around to get it out of her face.She flattened it with several paperweights, trailing her finger down the page as she scanned it.

“Hello, Y/N.”

She jumped, turning to face … “Fuck, Thorin, you scared me. Don’t do that. I don’t care if you’re the bloody heir to Erebor, don’t sneak up on me like that.”

Y/N placed her hand on her chest, feeling her heartbeat slow from the abrupt spike.

“I apologise,” Thorin said with a smirk. He leaned over her shoulder to look at the scroll. “What are you reading?”

Y/N pushed the paperweights off the page. “Nothing.”

Thorin grinned again. “You were reading my family history again? Gosh, you really like me, don’t you?”

She rolled her eyes at him with a playful smile, turning to face her friend of more than a hundred years, and crush of more than half of those. “Keep on dreaming, princess.”

“Princess?” Thorin mock-gasped. “Why, Y/N-”

She tugged on a strand of his long hair. “You certainly have the looks for it.”

“Are you saying you find me attractive?”

Y/N blushed. “No. Shut up. It’s just … the hair, you know? Fine. ‘Keep dreaming, my King’. Even though you aren’t King yet.”

She followed this up with her usual confident smile, relief flooding through her that she hadn’t spilled her secret.

Every time Y/N looked at Thorin Oakenshield, her heart fluttered, beating wildly in her chest.

Every time, she melted all over again at his warm blue eyes, and took in his wide grin as if it was the first time she was seeing them.

Every time, she fell for him all over again. It was the little things, like how he would always make time for her, despite preparing to go on a quest to Erebor, and the way he smiled at her every second of the precious time she spent with him. And how he would take advantage of her height, leaning his arm on her head or teasing her relentlessly.

Speaking of her height … Y/N grumbled in frustration as she attempted to shove the scroll back on the shelf from where it had come. Y/N was less a dwarrowdam (female Dwarf) and more a hobbit in terms of height. She sighed, annoyedly awaiting what she knew would come.

“Need some help, shortie?” Thorin asked, his voice filled with joyful teasing.

Y/N smirked. Ooh, I know exactly how to get him back.

“You know what the humans by that term, right?”

Thorin froze, mid-stretch to replace her paper. “… no?”

“It means ‘an attractive woman’. Are you calling me attractive?” she folded her arms and leaned against the shelf.

Thorin turned red. He mumbled something under his breath. Y/N raised a h/c eyebrow. He sighed, and repeated it.

“I wouldn’t call you unattractive,” he repeated. “But the short thing still stands.”

“Hey!” Y/N reached out to jokingly hit him, her hand half-heartedly letting the wall of muscle that was his chest. “I may love you, but I will kick your ass if you tempt me to.”

Y/N immediately felt like sinking through the floor after the words fell from her mouth. “Oh, fuck.”

“You love me?” Thorin’s response was surprisingly cool. She winced - that was probably a sign of one-sided love on her part - and nodded.

Thorin let out his booming laugh. “Well, please refrain from kicking my ass.”

“Make me.”

He smirked. “Sure, shortie.”

Thorin pulled her towards him by her waist and she squeaked as she felt into his chest. His hand not wrapped around her titled her chine up, until first their e/c and blue eyes met, and then their lips. Y/N sank into him gladly, relieved that the weight of her secret had been lifted. Such a large secret for such a small person.

Y/N pulled back, gasping for air, but smiling, grinning even, wider than she ever had before. “Okay, no ass-kicking. For now.”

Everyone for kilometres around must have heard Thorin’s laugh.

Thanks for the request, anon! Much love!

EVERYONE REQUESTTTT PLEASEEEEE it won’t normally take me this long :(

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dirt-cup-draco · 4 years

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Fili x Reader- I Will Always Come For You (2/2)

@starofthedawn @c-s-stars @zulfiya-the-warrior-princess @inlaval @nerdbirdsworld Tagged those who I thought would be interested in this sequel :)

Previously: The summer had been chased away by the chill and each day you wondered where your love might be. You knew he’d come back- you had to believe that. Worries that air no longer filled his lungs and his heart no longer beat sent you spiraling so you did your best to avoid the thoughts like that. Fili would come back for you.

For now you just had to work and let the days pass. Eventually he’d come like he once had and he’d sweep you off your feet.

Every day you woke, tumbled out of bed and rolled out your stiff joints. You then washed up, ate some breakfast and walked to work. The same dirt path day in and day out. You ran about the tavern serving loud drunks and quite travelers and let the hours pass you in a blur you didn’t care to remember. You’d beg to close up. You couldn’t be alone with yourself just yet. You’d waste another hour washing tables and making sure the dishware and glasses were washed to your liking. Then you’d lock up, double check you locked up, and set off on your dirt path to your cottage. It was always cold and dark and empty. It had been since Fili left.

Even the stray cat you’d saved one winter night came and went, not much of an indoor beast. Fili had been similar to that stray cat you’d realized. He’d come into your life suddenly, charmed you with wide open eyes and then he was on his way, off to adventure and take back the future that had been torn from him and his family. He wasn’t much of an indoor beast either. But gods you missed him. The rising sun on the fields of wheat reminded you of his long locks every morning. The flame you lit in your furnace reflected over the walls of the room, casting shadows on a woven blanket that matched the shade of his blue eyes.

You sighed and sat down heavily at your table. Your feet were aching but it was pleasant. It kept you grounded. The throbbing in your caves and the knot in your back kept you present and you had to remind yourself that Fili had promised he would be back. You just had to be patient. But it had already been so long. Pouring a strong drink you shucked your shoes off in the corner of the room and shed your day clothes. You curled up in front of the fire and closed your eyes for a moment. The burning embers almost resembled Fili’s warmth. You let your drink and the quiet crackling of the fire lull you into a disassociated state of peace.

It was too much to stay in your mind. It had become a dark place full of fears and worries, jealousy and hatred. Questions battered at your brain and it was just better to let your gaze grow hazy and your body grow still as you wondered elsewhere. You don’t know where you went to escape the thoughts that plagued you. You just zoned out. You either fell asleep or zoned back in hours later, somehow in bed or still at your place on your wooden chair, staring at the door to your home. Like he might walk in any moment.

You scoffed as tears began to well up in your eyes. The bastard had probably forgotten about you, won, and then married some dwarrowdam. He had promised but where was he? You knocked back the rest of your drink and burrowed down under your heavy blankets. This was the second winter that you’d been through without him by your side. The frost from outside seemed to seep under the gap under your door and wrap around you heart to freeze it out. Slowing the beats until you drifted into another lonely, unfitful rest. Flashes of a pale orc and burning trees plagued you but by the time the sun rose signaling the start of your routine they vanished from your mind. However, the negative energy left you uneasy and worried for your love.

“Hey hun, if you take any longer bringin’ us our drinks, I’ll be dead!” Barked a broad man that you had no patience for. You rolled your eyes but put another mug of ale onto your tray and weaved yourself through the crowd to come before the complaining customer and his buddies. They roared as if he had said the funniest thing they’d ever heard. You spun on your heel, knowing there was someone else in the tavern somewhere about to complain about slow service. But you stopped in your tracks when the unpleasant man landed a firm swat to your ass with a, “that’s better, you’d make a pretty wife if you were quicker,”

Your blood boiled but you shoved it down, paying him no mind before continuing to move about the patrons. Refilling drinks, delivering and cleaning up plates of food, directing them to their rooms. It was a tiring dance that left you hollow. You were tempted to crawl behind the bar and nurse a mug of ale for yourself to try and put back together some of your sanity. Yet you were forced to revisit the impolite men and the broad fool eyed you every time. You stood at the opposite end of the table when you replaced empty glasses and you took a bit longer in the back cleaning them then your boss would like but it was one of those days. If you had to put up with that bastard customer much longer you’d burst into tears.

“Dollface!” Came a roar from the man and you could tell the multiple rounds of drinks would getting to him. Unfortunately, he was getting louder and bolder.

“What can I get for you sir?” You said with barely restrained fury. You weren’t his hun, or his dollface. You weren’t his in any form. In moments like this you missed Fili with renewed vigor.

With a surprisingly quick movement his arm snaked around your waist and tugged you. You were taken off guard and ended up in his laugh. His breath was stale and your nose wrinkled in disgust. Your hands were placed against his chest to keep you at a safe distance as you tried to worm out of his grip but he only tightened his grip. Your head whipped around and you hoped your boss or another barmaid would be out to assist you but your boss was probably working over finances in his office upstairs and Cynthia was most likely on her break.

Your hands were pulled out from under you and he had the gall to smash his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss that made you want to vomit. You bit his lip, hard, in retaliation the same time you were being pulled back by a set of hands. You watched as the man’s seat was kicked from beneath him and a heavy boot swung into his side. His face turned red and he looked ready to fight when a familiar voice commanded, “Stay down.”

Your heart stopped and you nearly gave yourself whiplash as your eyes connected with a blue pair that you had been dreaming about for ages. You only broke your gaze to peer behind you and found a cheeky grin. “Hello, Y/N,”

“Kili,” You said, voice small.

He released you from his grip yet you found you were frozen to your spot even as you let your gaze return to his brother. Fili looked the same as he had the day he’d left. There were a few more demons behind his eyes possibly and a few more wrinkles, and you knew there would be hidden scars, yet other than that he was still as beautiful as you’d ever seen him. Possibly more. He let his eyes rake over you in a similar fashion and he took the first step forward. It was all you needed.

Without a moments notice you were crossing the distance, arms thrown around his neck and tears streaming steadily down your cheeks as his own arms secured you against him, his hand coming to tangle in your hair. He pulled you back to let his thumb glide over your bottom lip, frowning at the blood he collected there.

“Not mine, his,” You informed, nodding your head to the unwanted patron.

Fili snarled but you knew he didn’t want to fight. He’d already kicked the man and for now he had better things to do than brawl in a tavern. Kili was already distracted by Cynthia and you were positive he would receive free drinks if he told her a story. She loved adventures. Fili let his hands cup your face and you were brought back to him and him alone. You let your eyes close however and you let yourself take in the feel of his hands and the familiar musk that put your soul at rest. Your arms tightened around him and your tears fell harder, you gasped for air and you ended up sobbing against his chest.

“Come, âzyungâl, we have much to discuss,” Fili said leading you to the door. You stayed underneath his arm and let him guide you home. Your eyes were trained to the curve of his nose, the slant of his jaw, the plumpness of his lips. He was smiling and you knew he was aware of your staring but thankfully he didn’t care.

Once you were inside your cottage and you were kissing him like it would be the last time you’d ever have the chance to. You hadn’t savored it enough the last time he’d said his farewells and you were starved. He was the light of your life and you’d been in the dark too long without him. You needed him to pull you out. He grunted and stumbled back with the force of you, hands going to your hips to steady the both of you. He met your lips with the same desperation yet it was he who slowed them.

Fili broke for air and pressed his forehead against yours, chest heaving. “Someone is eager,”

“Of course,” You choked out, “I have been waiting for this moment since the second you left me,”

“I promised I’d come back,” Fili said softly, sitting on your bed, hands on your hips, guiding you to stand between his legs. You let your hands wonder over the curves of his face, tracing his eyebrows, nose, lips. His gaze was sad.

“I had begun to lose hope...” You sniffled. “Not that you would win back your home, but that I still had a place in your heart for when all was said and done,”

“Is that you were in that man’s lap?” Fili growled lowly and you narrowed your eyes.

“And what are you trying to say?” You challenged, arms crossing in front of your chest defensively.

Yet Fili groaned and leaned forward, resting against your stomach before his hands skidded down your sides to squeeze your bum affectionately before he tugged you closer and you got the message. You straddled him yet kept your stern look and he looked like a wounded puppy.

“I’m sorry, that was unfair of me, amrâlimê.”

“Yes it was, I would never be unfaithful to you, even if you never came back,” You said honestly, looking away. Fili however gripped your chin in between his thumb and forefinger in a bid to get you to look at him.

“I’ve missed you so much, every moment was spent with you on my mind.” Fili admitted to put an end to your short, senseless spat.

Your legs were wound around his waist and you grabbed the hand that was on you to kiss his wrist before wrapping your arms around his neck in a hug. His chin was resting on your shoulder and he traced nonsensical patterns into your back and you melted at the touch.

“Never leave again,” You begged softly and he shifted, laying you both down, tugging the covers over you after kicking off his boots.

“If I do, you will be coming with me. I swear that we will never part again,”

#fili durin #fili durin x reader #fili x reader #hobbit #request #part two

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xxbyimm · 6 years

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THORIN OAKENSHIELD - 30 days writing challenge - Day 29 - In your eyes

So, thank you @deepestfirefun for putting up with my slow pace. Real life happens... and leaves me exhausted. Anyway, for this challenge I had to incorporate a song from Ashes Remain. It’s called Right here. The song is obviously FLUFFY as fuck, so I went with that. For all my challenges during this month: The Thorin Oakenshield drabbles.

Hope you enjoy. Feedback is always welcome. :)

In your eyes

Of all the bad things in the world that could happen, he certainly didn’t ask for this.

From the moment he had laid his eyes on you, he knew you were here to stay. You, this tiny living being, with dark curly hair that ceased everyone’s attention and a round butt that certainly stirred more than a few heads. A self-proclaimed human that fell from the sky, choosing the perfect moment to land on him when he tried to hide from a large orc pack. He had no choice but to hold you down and prevent you from betraying his hiding place. Because of your unusual fighting skills, Thorin failed miserably and was forced to face the whole pack alone.

Well, maybe not entirely alone. You had no real weapons on you and your physique could well have been a disadvantage, but you fought like a lioness and made half of the pack flee. A giggle escaped your lips, your cheeks rosy from the effort. You had apologized from landing on top of him, but frankly he suddenly didn’t mind at all. He offered you to tag along on the journey towards Erebor, and the proposition raised a few eyebrows. When the two of you arrived at Bag end, Balin had tried to talk some sense into him, politely asking him if he was absolutely certain. His best friend Dwalin just muttered his king had gone mad before even reaching the lonely mountain. In turn, Thorin had argued that you were more than your good looks, and certainly a better option than the burglar Gandalf proposed. You were an extraordinary fighter. Thorin liked that sharp tongue of yours, quickly establishing you were too sassy, too obstinate to be all human. You seemed to believe your own tale of growing up in a foreign world that was dominated by the human race, but Thorin knew better. There was definitely a dwarrowdam hiding in you and he wasn’t going to let you out of his sight.

And now, after weeks of traveling he was finally able to confess he was madly in love. Thorin Oakenshield caught himself staring at your cute rounded ass for the hundredths time today. He gritted his teeth and stormed off to the woods, annoyed with himself for allowing you to toy with his mind. Your presence was very much alluring to him, your scent winding him up more than he’d like to admit, and your laugh comforted his soul.

But that wasn’t even the worse part.

Whenever you looked at him with your pretty E/C eyes, the world stopped spinning. Whenever your gaze met his, he felt utterly lost. He could see your soul, and he up this point he was pretty sure you had seen his too. It was terrifying, suddenly turning him into a young, helpless dwarfling again. He didn’t know how to flirt, how to behave around you. He never had connected with someone like this in his entire life and it left him breathless.

You were the most beautiful thing in the world, your eyes telling him the story of your life. Sure, there were lots of funny things you shared with the company during the long nights in the wild, but this story you didn’t say out loud.

He knew there was heartbreak. He could see every tear you cried, like an ocean in your eyes. You had suffered immensely, all the pain and scars had left you cold. As a result, you kept everyone at bay. You didn’t want to be hurt like that, ever again. You’d rather stay in a storm that never went away, believe all the lies you’ve been told. Thorin could tell how you felt about yourself. How you downgraded your worth, to feel safe. It wasn’t right, you deserved so much more than that. He found himself wishing every night that he just could go over there, on the other side of the fire and pull you on his lap. He wanted to comfort you so badly, hold you until the storm in your mind passed. Tell you he would be there for you, and always would be. Once he had your approval, he would never let go of you.

Thorin amazed even himself when he finally admitted the depth of his feelings for you. He never desired more from a female than just some casual sexual encounters. With you, his caring side kicked in. No longer did he truly desire for the crown on his head, all he wanted now was to provide for you, to give you a home you deserved. Never leaving you alone again. He would love to show you how to live life fully again, slowly healing the brokenness within. All he desired was to be allowed to love you when you finally came undone.

He would always be there. All you needed to do was reach out for his hand.

Then he felt it.

Your tiny palm laid calmly on his shoulder and he turned around to face you. You feigned a smile, but the hurt was clearly there in your eyes. Thorin reached out almost automatically, finally inviting you for a hug he should have given long ago. Your face rested against his shoulder and the two of you simply stood there, safe in each other’s arms. A soft whisper left him, the sound almost was too quiet to be heard, but you understood the message. He would be there.

And he was the one that would never let go.

#30 days writing challenge by deepestfirefun #thorin oakenshield #thorin x reader #thorin x you #the hobbit #thorin oakenshield x reader #thorin oakenshield x you #the hobbit x reader #writing challenge #day 29 #getting there #fluff

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theepolynesian · 6 years

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Kick Ass

Summary: Kili’s lineage is called into question and that pisses you off.

Pairings: Kili x Aunt!Reader

Words: 831

Author’s Note: I saw a thing and made a thing.

Whispers were not new or unheard of. There were always whispers going around both Erebor and Ered Luin And you were sick and tired of it. You wanted to behead all of them but Thorin thought it was “going to far.” ‘Going too far my ass,’ you huff as you walk down the hall.

Had the whispers been about you, you would’ve ignored them but they were never about you but more about your nephew, Kili.

It seems everyone had an opinion about how different he was from an actual dwarf. A bit thinner with too little stubble and too fine of a hair. They even dared question if he was actually a dwarf especially after they found out he was courting Tauriel. Oh you wanted to strangle every single one of them especially since one of them had decided to stop the whispering and bring into question Kili’s lineage during a council meeting that he was a part of. That miserable rat!

You stop as you hear sniffling. Turning the corner, your heart aches as you see Kili frantically wiping away his tears.

“Auntie,” he says, giving you a watery chuckle, “shouldn’t you be in the council room?”

“Shouldn’t you?” You ask, walking over to him and joining him on the bench.

“I just needed a little break,” he shrugs and you can tell he’s trying his hardest to hold himself together.

“To cry in the middle of the corridor?” You ask, dipping your head to look at him and he turns to you slightly, watering eyes to threatening to spill over and when one does, you reach out to wipe it away.

“Why am I so different auntie? Am I really a child of an elf?” He asks quietly, turning away from you to stare at the floor. “Of course not. Do not listen to those empty headed tree shaggers,” you say, turning him towards you again, “you are a son of Durin born in a line of Kings. You are the most dwarfiest dwarf in middle earth.”

He chuckles at your joke but he frowns again after a second.

“But I look nothing like a dwarf should look,” he replies quietly and you give him a disbelieving look? Did he really not notice?

“Kili. Look at me,” you tell him and he turns towards you with a frown on his face.

“What?”

“Back up and look at me,” you say and he does what he’s told but frowns as he still doesn’t get it. “I’m not understanding you.”

“Kili you are literally my mini me. We have the same type of hair texture, same type of eyes and same type of hair growth. If I were far younger with less gray hairs we would look like twins which means that it does indeed run in the family and you are a dwarf unless you think me adopted?” You ask with your brow raised and he shakes his head furiously.

“Of course not!”

“Then there you go,” you say, punching him lightly in the arm, “you are a dwarf just as much as I am. Don’t you ever doubt that.”

He smiles at you and you frown as you see a few dams turn the corner. The same dams that insulted your nephew in front of your face.

“Lady y/n,” one of the dam says fake politeness oozing through her voice, “rumor has it that this one is going to marry an elf. Quite pitiful isn’t it?”

“What’s quite pitiful is the fact that Ulirion is still married to you since, rumor has it, that you’ve been spreading your legs with five different men. All at once,” you snark back and she looks absolutely furious and absolutely red.

“You dare-!”

“Yes I dare!” You snap, standing and making her cower in fear, “you have no right to insult my nephew, the prince of Erebor, the second in line to the throne, in front of me! If I were Thorin I would’ve had you beheaded as soon as those slimy words slipped out of your mouth you grass eating tree shagger! Kili has more dwarf blood than you do because if I remember correctly your mother was a human so if anything you are the one that is the least dwarf like in Erebor.

Kili marrying Tauriel is the greatest thing that has happened to our family since we took back our home and it also plays a role in helping our relationship with the elves of Mirkwood but your head is too empty to realize that. One that note, get out of my face before I punch your face.”

With that all three dwarrowdams scramble with you glaring at their back. No one messed with your nephew and got away with it.

“Thank you,” you hear and you turn to smile at your nephew, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. “Remember Kili,” you tell him, cupping his face to bring him to look at you, “I will always be here to kick some ass for you.”

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#kili x aunt!reader #the hobbit #fanfiction #one shot #angst #fluff

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xxbyimm · 6 years

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THORIN OAKENSHIELD - 30 days writing challenge - Day 12 - Not gonna die tonight

Day 12 of @deepestfirefun‘s writing challenge was a song challenge: Assassin's Creed Origins - Not Gonna Die (Skillet). It took me a while to get this right & real life can be demanding as well. Consequence, now I have to write 4 drabbles in just one day. *sighs*

This is the third ‘chapter’ of the Rescue series, for chapter one and chapter two click here and here.

You can watch the video before reading the drabble, although I have to say the song will appear after about 1,5 page.

Not gonna die tonight

‘I like my men a little complex.’ You breathed. ‘And with a teaspoon of grumpiness.’

Thorin needed a moment to comprehend the words that just had tumbled from your mouth and stared blankly at your gorgeous green eyes. You weren’t talking about him, were you? Oh mahal, he wished he had paid more attention to the customs and manner of speaking in ladies… He knew his way around dwarrowdams, but you were far more… refined. Mysterious and alluring. ‘Be careful what you wish for, Y/N.’ he then managed to reply, keeping the tone of his voice low to avoid you from hearing how nervous he actually was. ‘I like a challenge.’ Your purr was like the call of a siren, and he held his breath. ‘But the real question is: do you, Thorin Oakenshield??’

That depended entirely on the sort challenge, of course. But he had to admit that whenever you were involved, he was willing to do anything. You were smiling up at him, your breathtaking eyes sparkling with joy and Thorin resisted the urge to lean forward and kiss your beautiful rosy lips. You stirred something in him, allowing his playful side to kick in. It had been long since he felt this joyous, this… alive. You clearly wanted to play a game, and he was more than happy to comply. ‘Well?’ you insisted. ‘What’s it going to be?!’ ‘Who says I’m a challenge, Y/N?’ Thorin countered while cocking his brow. ‘Who says I’m not one?’ you shot back. A smile crossed his face and he bent forward to snatch the bottle of wine away from your hands. ‘Hey!’ you exclaimed, a giggle escaping from your lips. ‘Humans are not known for their excellent tolerance of alcohol.’ Thorin teased. ‘Especially when indulging in elven wine.’ ‘Give that back, Oakenshield.’ You threatened, holding out your hands. ‘Kíli gave it to me.’ ‘Or else?’ he grinned. ‘What are you going to do?’ You folded your arms. ‘I’m giving you one more chance. Let go, you bastard!’ ‘Bastard?’ Thorin chuckled. ‘Are you insulting the company’s leader?’ ‘I have to if he’s acting like an-’ you began and you lunged forward to get back your bottle of wine. But even with using all your experience, Thorin was a far better fighter than you were. He quickly threw away the jug, catching you in his arms instead. You shrieked, your feet kicking fruitlessly in the air as he rolled on his back, still firmly holding you in his arms. ‘The wine!’ you sniggered. ‘Oakenshield!! You ruined it!’ Thorin turned his head, watching the content of the bottle disappearing in the soil. ‘I’m not even remotely sorry…’ he smirked. ‘ASS!’ you laughed. ‘I’ll make you pay!’ ‘Really Y/N?’ he purred. ‘How?’ ‘I’m working on it… And you are holding me… in this compromising position…’ you established, slightly panting. ‘I know.’ He replied. ‘Is that alright?’ ‘More than alright.’

Your voice was nothing more than a whisper, but that was enough. Thorin’s hands traveled to your face, caressing your smooth features and pushing your beautiful dark locks from your face. You leaned in a little, your lips brushing against his. Thorin’s breath hitched, wanting to move closer but he didn’t want to come across as too intense. He got that complaint once before, and he wasn’t going to screw it up with his One. If you wanted to go slow then he’d…

Ah!

The tip of your tongue dragged over his lower lip before pulling him into a demanding and desperate kiss. Thorin groaned into your mouth, his fingers raking through your hair, the silky texture gliding smoothly over the skin. You ground your hips against him, your heated core relentlessly working him up. Your fingers dragged over his coat, pulling on the fabric. Ha, he had been foolish to think that you would ever want to take it slow here. It seemed that you wanted him as much as he had been thirsty for you. Thorin growled, his hips pushing himself closer against you. There were too much boundaries, too much fabric and armor, preventing from skin touching skin. He’d love to ravage your body and discover all the different sounds of pleasure you were capable of voicing.

‘Y/N!’ he shot up, his eyes locking with yours. His mind was hazy with lust, but he still wanted your permission. He needed your consent to finally do what he had been fantasizing about since he saved you. Your eyes locked with his and the unspoken question hung in the air. You tilted your head, a mischievous smile displayed on your lips. Thorin swallowed hard when your fingers started to unbutton your own blouse. You were shameless and he loved it. ‘Live a little, Oakenshield.’ You breathed. ‘I’ve wanted this ever since you laid your eyes on me… Don’t you?’

The two of you were curled up in Thorin’s coat and he held you in his arms while you slept. Your lovemaking had been intense. You were blazingly hot and he couldn’t believe he actually was the lucky dwarf that you had chosen to share it with. He caressed your cheek, stroking away a few strands of hair that had fallen over your face. You were the most stunning female being he had ever seen. And from this day on forth, you would be his.

But as Thorin’s thoughts were pleasant and full of love, your dreams were certainly not.

Despair, you come to me… with your poison and your misery…

You could feel the beat of the drum in your bones. You had told Alexander many times before his mission was only leading him to death, but he didn’t care. He threw caution to the wind and did it anyway. You came with him, although you didn’t share those dreams. You stood by him on his hunt for the men that killed his father. You even aided in his revenge, tried to stop him when he went from killing to disgracing the gods… But if someone had told you that you would end up in chains, beaten and your dignity taken from you… That you had to watch him being mutilated in this gruesome way…

You would have run as far away from him as you could.

Death surrounds My heartbeat’s slowing down I won’t take this world’s abuse I won’t give up, I refuse This is how it feels when you’re bent and broken This is how it feels when your dignity’s stolen When everything you love is leaving You hold on to what you believe in

The scaffold was there, but today it seemed ever more daunting than you remembered. Alex was there, screaming at you from the elevation. You lay on the ground, in the dirt, unable to move. Your back was bleeding, the skin burning from the strikes the cane had delivered. You felt violated, tormented, but it was nothing compared to the deadly cries your ears had to endure. You curled up in a ball, trying to shut it out, making it stop… But there was no running away from it. You heard every scream, the dreadful sounds echoing in your mind.

The last thing I heard was you whispering goodbye And then I heard you flatline

Minutes, hours? I didn’t matter, you were so relieved when his body was finally tossed next to yours. You forgot your own pain, crawling towards your lover. But your relieve turned into shock when you saw what they had done.

They had taken it too far.

Your hands acted quickly, pressing against the gushing wound on the right side of his head. They took his ear, they took his tongue. Beaten him longer than necessary. Your Alexander, the Alex you knew and admired, was gone. They had transformed him in this bleeding, anguished vessel – the body too broken to survive the wrongs done to him. They downgraded both of you mercilessly, to make sure the two of you would never rise in your former glory again. ‘Alex.’ Your voice was no more than a whisper.

No, not gonna die tonight We're gonna stand and fight forever

‘Don’t close your eyes!’ you begged him. ‘Alex, don’t you dare to leave me! We have to fight, we always do, we will find a way!’

No, not gonna die tonight We're gonna fight for us together No, we’re not gonna die tonight

But Alex would never open his beautiful hazelnut orbs again. Alex left you there, in the dirt. Broken, hopeless. Beyond salvation. You cried out as your worst nightmare repeated itself once again, roughly shaking his lifeless body. You watched your hands, painted in blood, dirt, sweat… You heard the laughing royals over and over in your mind. They enjoyed this, they had orchestrated this whole… You peered under you again. Alex was gone. He had disappeared, and left you. Replaced. Your eyes went wide when you recognized him.

Thorin.

No, no! He couldn’t be! He wasn’t even there, he never had been in your world like this. You just gave into your feelings for him, you had just made love for the first time since… Tears ran down your cheeks as you watched Thorin’s body beneath you, his blue eyes gazing up against you. But there was no love, no feelings. The stare was empty. His soul had left his body.

The last thing I heard is you whispering goodbye And then I heard you flatline

‘NO!’ you screamed, your heart breaking into a thousand pieces. ‘THORIN DON’T YOU DARE TO LEAVE ME!’

‘Amrâlimê?’ Thorin asked softly, stroking your cheek to wake you. Your facial expression had changed from peaceful into torment, and it worried him. ‘NO! WE’RE NOT GONNA DIE TONIGHT!’ you whined. ‘GONNA… GONNA… FIGHT…’ ‘Y/N!’ Thorin stressed, louder now, while his hands shook you lightly. He didn’t know what was going on, but it looked like you were experiencing a very vivid nightmare.

Almost a bit too real.

Your eyes flung open and a harsh cry left your mouth, tears running down your face. ‘Amrâlimê?’ ‘I…’ you stuttered. ‘I can’t talk about it. I just… I…’ ‘Those dreams…’ Thorin began, but you slowly shook your head. ‘Please don’t…’ you pleaded, holding on to him like he was a lifeline. ‘Just… hold me.’ Thorin pressed a kiss on your forehead and allowed you to curl up against him again. He recognized that terror in your eyes, because he had seen and experienced the same horrors with himself. You had lost someone you cared about. Watched them die in your own arms. The wound was cut open again and again, with ruthless nightmares and flashbacks. You were suffering and it broke his heart to know there was nothing he could do to make it go away. This was your fight, you had to slay the demons from the past. ‘Thorin?’ your eyes fluttered open again, gazing up into his. ‘Yes.’ ‘I love you.’ You whispered. ‘Don’t ever leave me.. I won’t survive.’ ‘I won’t.’

His heart swelled. Thorin was certain you would share your tale with him sometime, when you were finally ready to allow the dreadful events trickle through your mind again.

But not today.

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