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YANDERE THORIN OAKENSHIELD X READER

👑 before the war you were lovers. But after the war once everyone was safe he then truly started to show how obsessed he was of you.

👑anything your heart desires it’s yours.

👑he keeps you deep with in the mountain so no one can ever hurt you and your safe.

👑possessive and obsessive yandere.

👑hates when anyone talks to you. So eventually kept you in your home to prevent that from happening.

👑loves it when you show him any sort of attention.

👑you may be able to convince him to let you out of your home for a bit but it takes a lot of convincing.

👑he has to constantly have to be touching you in some sort of way when he is with you.

👑all of the lords pressure thorin to get married in a hope that he would marry one of their daughters. Only for him to go home and propose.

👑how could you say no after all he is a king how can you defy the king.

👑your wedding is huge all of erebor is decorated and celebrating. Even though in secret you are trapped deep within the mountain.

👑only his must trusted dwarves no you are not free.

👑they lords start pressuring him into having an heir even though he has fili.

👑but thorin then realised that’s another way for you to join together forever.

👑before you know it you are carrying the next heir to the lonely mountain.

👑thorin is overjoyed with the news especially when your belly starts to show it gives him a feel of relief knowing a part of him will always be apart of you.

👑when the babe is born the whole kingdom rejoice knowing the line of durin is safe .

👑swears to always protect you and the child .

👑as the child gets older he realises that he wants more to keep his first born company and to also keep his people happy.

👑eventually you will probably have three children .

👑all of which grow up to be just like there farther.

👑don’t expect any help from anybody because everyone in erebor just wants there king to be happy.

Thank you ❤️❤️

Hobbit x reader?

Let's do this!! (⁠┛⁠✧⁠Д⁠✧⁠)⁠)⁠┛⁠彡⁠┻⁠━

Sorry it short.

Warning: my writing, grammar mistakes. Not proofreader yet!

You just run from a bunch of trolls who almost had cut you in half, just because you sister was feeling bored and wanted action, yet you didn't scold her, you didn't even talk to her.

You sat a little for away from the company, you felt ashamed of what your sister did, even when they reassured you that it wasn't your fault, but as you notice their fatigue and few cuts, you couldn't help but feel more guilty. That's why you decided to hunt and prepare the best dinner ever for them with whatever the nature provided you tonight.

You didn't eat with them, you more than satisfied with seen them happy eating warm food, soon your happiness was cut short when your sister harshly grabbed your arm.

No one noticed except Thorin, who has been keeping an eye on you since the beginning of the quest, at first it was from worry. You were a stranger to him just like the Hobbit, but after some weeks of showing your worth and your good natured he had start fallen for you trusting you it was slow but worth it, when he would send you a nod of approval or small smiles that you never noticed.

He followed you away from his people, hiding from your sight.

"What are you?" You sister asked breathing heavily, and you just titled your head in confusion."WHAT ARE YOU?" She screamed making you flinch away.

She didn't even notice, and even if she did she didn't care her anger was overpowering her other emotions and rational thoughts.

"I saw the way the elven sword shown when you stabbed the troll who attacked the Hobbit...again What are you?" Her beautiful blue eleven eyes were now as hard as a mountain, there wasn't even a pinch of kindness in them.

"I don't understand" You played the dumb card, feeling nervous at your sister sudden change of character.

"Don't play dumb" She snatch the sword out of your side before she pointed at you. The sword shown in her hand, with a blue light that matched her eyes.

Thorin was prepared to attack once he saw your sister holding your sword against, but before he could do that, a stranger creature that you like a jellyfish (you had shown him once one day when you were on watch duty and he couldn't sleep), it sat on his sword distracting him from attacking, until you spoke.

"I'm a winged creature" You calmly explained as hold your hand up in surrender.

"What?" The betrayal on your sister face broke your heart into small peace. "I'm sorry" you felt like crying, you wanted to cry.

"but you told me that they didn't...that I.." His let go of the sword letting fall on the ground as she hid her face in her hands as she took steps back.

" I had to I'm sorry" You lower your head as you tried to hid your tears too. She had every right to be angry at you in the same time she didn't.

"Why?...WHY?" She screamed grabbing both of your arms with suh force you could feel your bones almost breaking.

"Because I had to" You softly explained, closing your eyes so you don't have to look in her eyes, and your action seem to have angered her because the next your knew, you were in the floor your left cheek warm from the sudden brutal contact of her hand on your cheek.

"Don't lie to me!" She screamed harshly making stand before she pushed making hit your head with the nearest rock.

Before she could anything again, the place around turned black as if someone turned te light off, it scared the three of you, instantly a deer as white as snow with two big hornes decorated, appeared catching all of your breath away.

He looked at you and he nodded, before disappearing into the darkness that immediately left with him. For a minute you three didn't move, trying to understand what was going on.

Turning to your sister you stood up, feeling a little confident. If the deer was what you thought it could be, than it was time to tell the truth.

"I'm a winged person not because I want to, but because I have to" You started before you hiss from the pain and headache that was forming in your head, which earned you a scoff from you sister, and Thorin attention was full on you, as he trie dto ignore his anger against your sister.

"If I hadn't done it, you would have suffered...I couldn't do that to you" You were still looking at he floor, trying to ignore the black spot.

"Why because I would have been more powerful than... because Thorin and the others would have loved more than you" She tried to push you as she pointed forcefully on your chest with her her finger but you didn't move this time.

"Because they would have taken you away" She raised an eyebrow as she walked back to the sword grabbing it, ready to leave.

"Taken by who"She scoffed again." By the winged people" you responded your voice growing emotionless by the second.

" and what will they have done! Make a queen" She turn again your way the fire in her eyes never Fadden, and to her suprise she was meet with the same fire this time in your eyes but unlike hers, yours was cold sending shivers down her spine.

"They would have taken and breeded, used you like a fucking animal" You took slow step towards her, which made her only scared, and the fact that you were literally glowing didn't help.

She soon shielded her eyes with her hand, and didn't opened them until all the light disappeared making place to a new you.

Her and Thorin jaw dropped as they saw you standing there, with two immense wings behind you(They were so long, half of them was on the ground touching dirt). There were decorated with the gems and diamond that only brought the color of your wings more, making them shine like a Star.

In the contrary of your eyes. They didn't have any pupils, and the irises was just holding the whole universe/space with stars shining everywhere. You were like an angry angel standing in front of them.

Your sister didn't even notice when she started to kneel, neither did Thorin. Both were captive of your beauty and in that moment nothing was important.

"I knew you will have been too proud too cocky to care about the warning so I choose it when I saw it because I knew you weren't worth it.... I had to protect you from yourself" Even your voice changed, it more of deep feminist voice, that made Thorin spine shiver in pleasure, as he turn turn red from how sexy your voice, it was going directly down between his leg. He swear he could listen to you talk everyday and ever second without stop.

Even your sister was now agreeing with you. You sigh turning back to your human form, before taking her hand helping her stand.

"I'm sorry for not telling you...I knew you would react like that I really sorry" you sister nodded, she was on autopilot."Do you forgive me?" She nodded again not even registering what said. "Thank you" You squeezed her happy to be on good terms with. "Come on, we need to go back before anyone notice our absence!" She let you guide hand in hand, with jaw trailing behind her.

Thorin one the other hand was left behind, his hand on his mouth as his brain played your image with those immense wings on your back, he had so many questions he needed to ask but first he needed to take care of his little problem.

after everything...

thorin x reader fanfic

word count: no idea mate

The air hung heavy with the scent of sweat, blood and victory. The last embers of Smaug’s destruction flickered on the horizon, casting an orange glow across the weary faces of the remaining Dwarves. Relief, tinged with the sorrow of lost kin, settled over Erebor like a shroud. Yet, amidst the chaos, a flicker of joy sparked between you and Thorin. Exhausted but exhilarated, you found yourselves drawn to a secluded corner of the reclaimed halls. Dust motes danced in the fading light, illuminating the resolute set of Thorin’s jaw and the glint of triumph in his steely blue eyes.

“We did it,” you breathed, the words catching in your throat.

The weight of the past weeks, the battles, the desperate scramble for survival, all pressed down on you. But here, in the shadow of Erebor, a fragile sense of peace settled in.

Thorin turned to you, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Despite the grime etched on his face and the weariness in his every breath, there was a spark of pride in his gaze. He reached out, his calloused fingers brushing against yours, sending a jolt of warmth through you.

“Aye, we did,” he rumbled, his voice thick with emotion. “Thanks to you, amongst many others.” His thumb brushed over the knuckles of your hand, a silent acknowledgment of your bravery.

You squeezed his hand back, a wry smile playing on your lips. “Don’t downplay your role, King Thorin. Without your stubborn determination, we’d all still be lizard snacks.”

A genuine laugh escaped him, a rich sound that seemed to echo in the cavernous hall. It was a rare sound, a glimpse of the Thorin you’d known before the dragon’s madness had taken hold. The sound warmed you from the inside out. The moment stretched between you, a silent understanding passing between tired eyes. The future of Erebor stretched before you, a vast and uncertain landscape. Yet, in that shared look, a promise bloomed – a promise to face the challenges together, to rebuild a kingdom and a life.

“There’s much to be done,” Thorin finally said, his voice regaining its usual gruffness. “But for tonight,” he paused, his gaze lingering on your face, “let us celebrate what we have achieved.”

A blush crept up your neck. The unspoken words hung heavy in the air – a celebration that extended far beyond the reclaimed halls. A honeymoon, a stolen moment of normalcy amidst the chaos. You met his gaze, a silent acceptance passing between you. The weight of the coming tasks could wait.

A hesitant smile bloomed on your face. "Lead the way, Your Majesty," you teased, a playful glint in your eyes. "Although, I wouldn't mind a bath first. This grime is practically a second skin."

Thorin's gruff laugh echoed through the hall. "Aye, that can be arranged. There are still some functioning baths in the royal quarters, though they may not be as luxurious as you're accustomed to."

The mention of your old life sent a pang of nostalgia through you, quickly replaced by a surge of excitement. Luxury could wait. The thought of soaking away the aches of battle and the grime of the journey in the company of Thorin was far more appealing.

"A bath fit for a king and his…" you trailed off, searching for a playful word. "His consort?" Thorin supplied, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

"His… most capable companion," you winked

An unfamiliar warmth bloomed in your chest as the corner of his mouth curled into a genuine smile. He gestured towards a side passage. "Follow me then, my beloved capable companion. A bath and a meal await."

The walk to the royal quarters was filled with a comfortable silence. Despite the exhaustion clinging to you both, a shared sense of anticipation crackled in the air. This stolen moment, this glimpse of normalcy, felt precious after the tumultuous journey. The bath chamber was surprisingly well-maintained, a testament to the dwarven love for craftsmanship. Thorin excused himself briefly, returning with a steaming pitcher of water and a handful of fragrant herbs. His gaze swept over you, a flicker of something warm passing through his eyes before he quickly looked away.

"Here," he said gruffly, handing you the pitcher. "I cannot… well, I wouldn't want to intrude."

You couldn't help but smile. "Nonsense," you teased. "Surely a king can offer his consort some assistance?"

Thorin hesitated, then a hint of a smile played on his lips. The following hours were a blur of warm water, soothing herbs, and stolen glances. The tension of the past weeks seemed to melt away in the soothing embrace of the bath. When you finally emerged, wrapped in a soft linen robe, Thorin was waiting by the fire, a simple meal laid out on a nearby table. The flickering flames danced in his eyes, painting them with a warmth you hadn't witnessed in a long while.

"You look… radiant," he said, his voice rough with unspoken emotions. The heat from the fire seemed to rise, warming your cheeks as much as his words did. For a moment, all thoughts of the future, the daunting task of rebuilding a kingdom, faded away. All that remained was the warmth of the fire, the comfort of his presence, and the dawning realization that even amidst the chaos, a love had bloomed, strong and resilient.

You lowered your gaze, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "Is that kingly behavior, Thorin Oakenshield? Catching a lady off guard with compliments?"

He cleared his throat, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes despite his attempt at stoicism. "Perhaps not. But the truth is the truth."

The air crackled with a delicious tension. You sank down onto a plush cushion near the fire, beckoning him closer with a tilt of your head. "Then tell me more truths, Your Majesty. Tell me what you see when you look at me."

Thorin met your gaze, his blue eyes searching yours. The flickering firelight played across his face, highlighting the lines etched by hardship yet softening the edges of his normally stoic expression.

"I see courage," he began, his voice low and rumbling. "A fierceness that rivals any dwarf I've known. You stood beside us, faced danger without flinching, and never once faltered."

A warmth bloomed in your chest. It was one thing to hear praise in the heat of battle, another entirely to hear such words from Thorin in this intimate setting.

"And more?" you pressed gently, unable to resist the urge to tease him further.

He hesitated, then a blush crept up his neck, a rare sight that sent a jolt of surprise through you. "And…" he began, his voice dropping to a whisper, "I see… a beauty that rivals the Arkenstone itself."

The playful smile vanished from your face, replaced by a warmth that threatened to consume you. For a king who valued practicality above all else, his words held a surprising depth of emotion. The vulnerability he displayed, the way his gaze lingered on you, sent a shiver down your spine.

Before you could respond, he cleared his throat, breaking the spell. "But enough of such talk," he said gruffly, gesturing towards the table. "Let us eat. Tomorrow, the real work begins."

A touch of regret tinged your heart. You knew he was right, of course. Rebuilding Erebor wouldn't wait forever. Yet, the intimacy of the moment, the raw emotions you'd glimpsed beneath his gruff exterior, made you yearn to hold onto it a little longer.

Taking a deep breath, you rose and moved towards the table. "Indeed," you agreed, a hint of a smile playing on your lips. "Tomorrow, we face the future. But tonight… tonight, we celebrate."

As you shared the simple meal, a comfortable silence fell between you. The weight of the unspoken hung heavy in the air, a promise of a future built on shared battles and blooming affection. Tonight, with the flickering firelight painting warm hues on his face, you saw not just the King Under the Mountain, but the man beneath the crown. And the man you saw, the man who spoke of courage and beauty in hushed tones, filled your heart with a newfound certainty – your honeymoon wouldn't be just a stolen moment, but the beginning of a love as strong as the mountain itself.