#aspookybunny

relaxing in bed, sipping my tea, lofi music on, gettin’ ready to write for my favorite dwarf ever! this is the life. hope u enjoy this! <3

pairings: thorin x reader

warnings: lots and lots and lots of fluff (and very little angst but not really angst?)

Thorin loves the intimacy, so for him it would be plenty of touch, but not sexual. That will be kept for marriage. He touches your leg, your arm. He just wants to be close to you. Normally, he would organise a meal for you both; a grand spread in which most of it gets discarded and the desserts are sent up to his bed chamber.

Then you go for a walk outside the mountain. Thorin knows how much you love the rolling hills and landscapes of Middle-earth. It would be very selfish of him to keep you locked up inside Erebor. This normally turns into star gazing where you tell him the constellations and search for shooting stars.

All the whole through this, Thorin asks you questions about your day and what’s happening in your life, like what book you’re reading and how your duties are going down in the kitchens.

Thorin adores being around you and deepening your bond. It doesn’t have to be exciting and too lavish, just mental intimacy, with some touch of the hand or face. Being the King means that Thorin has to divide his time between many activities, but he always makes sure he has time for you and these nights are specially put aside. Nothing will make him cancel them.

Then when you have been courting for a while, Thorin takes you for a ride. You wonder what he is up to, but he wants you both to be away from the ears and lips of others. And that is where he finally asks you to be his wife and Queen.

This isn't as embarrassing as I thought it would be, lol.

6: Blinding Lights by the Weeknd ❤❤❤❤❤

10: Adore You by Harry Styles ❤❤❤❤❤

16: Truth Hurts by Lizzo ❤❤❤❤

20: Midnight Sky by Miley Cyrus ❤❤❤❤❤

99: Break the Ice by Britney Spears ❤❤❤❤

(Warnings for: Night terrors, nightmares, violence, choking.)

You were awakened suddenly to the loud protests of your husband who was lying next to you. His shouts and demands made you jolt from the dream you were having; you had been sailing aboard a large ship, standing high above the rigging and sails in the crow’s nest. 

Thorin’s words were garbled and he started shifting back and forth, looking like someone in pain. 

“Thorin? Thorin? It’s alright,” you said, placing your hands on his shoulders as you rested over him, trying to calm his thrashing. 

Suddenly his eyes shot open and he grabbed you, twirling you both around so that you were now lying beneath him. “Stop! Stop!” you cried out. But soon his hands were around your neck. 

“What’s in the shadows? Tell me!” Thorin shouted. His eyes were glassy, his focus lost. But you could see terror within them. Air would not come no matter how much you gasped. Thorin’s large hands pressed into you harder. 

The bed chamber door burst open and a guard raced over to the commotion which he had heard from outside. “My Lord!” he cried out. The guard dragged at Thorin hard, finally unlatching his hands from around you. 

Air finally came and you inhaled so hard. In those moments and you had felt like you were on the brink of death as stars flashed in front of your eyes and the edges of the world grew hazy. 

Thorin was held down on the floor for a minute or so, when you heard him call your name. “Where is she? What have I done?” 

Oin was called in to the room and sat at your side, his hand on your shoulder. “Is Thorin....alright?” you managed between painful swallows. 

“The king is fine, Lass. Let’s get you looked at,” Oin said kindly. 

“Let me go!” Thorin demanded. 

As you lay on the bed, your eyes closed, and the red hot pain in your neck pulsing, you felt Thorin’s hand in yours. There was no way you couldn’t recognise the feel of his skin against yours. “What have I done?” he wept. 

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The day had been spectacular. So many bright colours, cheering, happiness and sheer joy. Your wedding was everything that you had ever hoped it could be and now there was an added joy to be discovered: your consummation of marriage. 

As was the traditional way, you and Thorin had both waited until going to your marriage bed to make love for the first time. For the last sixth months of courtship and it had been sheer torture to remain composed. He was the most beautiful man you had ever laid your eyes on, but you had been convicted by tradition to wait for physical intimacy. Kisses and hand holding had been the only physical gestures you had been able to to show him of your love. 

Butterflies were flapping something furious in your stomach as you approached Thorin’s bed chamber. The King held your arm in his and allowed you into the room first. The sound of the closing door behind you caused a shiver of anticipation and arousal to wind down your body. You had waited so long and now your prize was to be had. 

The two of you rushed together, kissing hard. Breaths got lost. Groans slipped past locked lips. Hands roamed. His hands on you made you quiver and moan even louder. To finally touch him and he you. 

His hands were guided by instinct and they did not disappoint. They dipped into every crevice, along every curve. Then, gradually, they began to remove your clothing. 

Thorin would be up front with Dis, as he’s a very honest and honourable Dwarf. He doesn’t keep anything from his family or his people. And Thorin knows that he may encounter a backlash from his kin regarding you being human, but he knows that your love is true and cannot go against his heart. 

I can see Thorin approaching her to announce he is courting and as soon as Dis asks ‘Who is she?” he immediately tells her that you are human. It is the first thing he says; he wants to get the most crucial thing out of the way first. 

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Pairings: John Thornton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Grief

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You remained by the window, still dressed in your black funeral attire. There was no sunlight, and that seemed to reflect your grief. Light had seeped from your life recently as your mother had taken her last breath and left you. She had been your rock, your angel, your strength. Now you felt utterly alone in this world. 

A tap came to your door, and with a sigh, you opened it. John Thornton stood there. He removed his top hat and dipped his head. “I came to see if you needed anything,” he asked. 

“Please do come in, Mr. Thornton, and I’ll fix some tea,” you replied. 

Both of you remained silent as you walked into the kitchen and began to sift through the cupboards for the tea leaves and tea strainer. You placed two china cups down on their accompanying saucers and placed the kettle on the stove to boil. 

“Is there anything you need...anything at all?” John’s voice came from behind you. 

Just that question made the tears descend. You stepped back from the table and began to sob uncontrollably. Your dam had broken and all the pent up emotions of loneliness, helplessness and grief bore down on you. 

John knew it was improper for him to do this, but he couldn’t help dash towards you and put his arms around you. A lump rose in his throat as your body shuddered in its grief. 

“Shhh,” he whispered. 

That soothing voice made you stop for a brief second and you looked up. Those ice blue eyes which held such a warmth, a warmth that you wanted to become acquainted with. Going against etiquette, you placed a soft kiss on John’s lips. It was a kiss of appreciation and intrigue, but also an invitation for him to come closer, embrace you tighter and spiritually be one with you.