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marshallfluffrandomimagines · 5 years

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Masterlist

Imagines:

A Knight’s Tale:

Count Adhemar:

Not as bad as you seem

No Pairings:

Being Will’s best friend and Adhemar insults you

Will Thatcher:

Idiots in Loves

Assassins Creed:

La Volpe:

Ezio winds up La Volpe

You’re in trouble

Big Hero 6:

Crossovers with Doctor Who:

Baymax travelling with 10

Deflated Baymax and 9

Braveheart:

Stephen:

Hamish’s little sister

Buffy The Vampire Slayer:

All the Scoobies:

Getting Drunk

Giles:

Scaring Giles

No Pairing:

Spike’s Best Friend

Spike:

Little Marshmallows

Call of Duty:

No pairing:

TF141 Sniper

Criminal Minds:

Hotch:

Call of Duty

Stressful Day

Doctor Who:

9th Doctor:

Wedding Date

Hugs

10th Doctor:

Seeing you in a dress

12th Doctor:

Irish vs Scottish

Jealousy

Big Hero 6 Crossover:

Travelling with 10

Deflated Baymax with 9

Thick of It Crossover:

Jaime and 12

Downton Abbey:

Lord Grantham:

At Ease

Dragon Age:

Sebastian Vael:

To the rescue

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them:

Newt Scamander:

Meeting Newt

Percival Graves:

Being Percival’s friend and Grindelwald’s niece

Firefly:

Jayne Cobb:

Talk to Me

Game of Thrones:

Beric Dondarrion:

Protecting You

Bronn of the Blackwater:

Chivalry

Daario Naharis:

Since Childhood

Protecting You

Daenerys Stormborn:

Bad Day

Jaime Lannister:

Captured by Robb

Smile

Jaqen H’ghara:

Can’t Let Go

Jon Snow:

Answering the Call

Ghost Listens

King’s Landing Attack

Jorah Mormont:

Protection

The Fighting Pits

Jory Cassel:

Lannister Guards

Lord of the Rings Crossover:

Aragorn threatens Joffrey

Aragorn fights Jaime

Eomer and Jaqen

Ned and Aragorn are friends

No Pairing:

Fishing with Tywin

Loras comes out to you

Loras defends your honour

Making Barristan and Jorah laugh

Ned’s sister

Protective Barristan

Robb’s gift

Robb’s younger sister

Tyrion’s drinking buddy

Your own direwolf

Oberyn Martell:

Defending your honour

Rickon Stark:

In Time

Robb Stark:

Being a Targaryen

Roose Bolton:

Speechless

Tywin Lannister:

Drunk Tywin

Soft Side

Grey’s Anatomy:

Mark Sloan:

Flirting fail

Harry Potter:

Alastair Moody:

Faces

Draco Malfoy:

Nice

See you again

George Weasley:

The Ball

Harry Potter:

Pumpkin Juice

Hermione Granger:

The Ball

James Potter:

Your Birthday

Minerva McGonagall:

Bludger

Pranks with Peeves

No Pairing:

Being a Slytherin

Dumbledore wins the bet

Dumbledore’s got style

New Years

Pranking the Marauders

Remus gives up on you and Sirius

Remus is a little shit

Reuniting with Sirius and Remus

Sirius loses a bet to McGonagall

The Marauders protecting you

Oliver Wood:

Shy

Remus Lupin:

Chocolate

Getting sassy with Sirius

Marauder’s Map

Stealing his chocolate

Sirius Black:

Confession

Pleading

Stealing your tea

Studying

Severus Snape:

Covering for you

Tom Marvolo Riddle:

Attack on Hogwarts

House MD:

Greg House:

In Love

No Pairing:

Being a Duckling

Break up, Cheer up

Wilson’s daughter

Justified:

Boyd Crowder:

Trust Me

Crush

Raylan Givens:

A date

Les Miserables:

Javert:

Ten Years

Laughing

Lord of the Rings:

Aragorn:

Rohan

Eomer:

Dance

Game of Thrones Crossover:

Aragorn threatens Joffrey

Aragorn fights Jaime

Eomer and Jaqen

Ned and Aragorn are friends

Legolas:

First thing

No Pairing:

Lucifer:

Lucifer Morningstar:

Guard of Hell

Magnificent Seven:

Goodnight Robicheaux:

First time in 5 years

Marvel:

Clint Barton:

Last Arrow

No Pairing:

Steve instantly likes you but..

Taking sides in the Civil War

Pietro Maximoff:

Healing

Tony Stark:

Jealous

The Gala

Merlin:

Gwaine:

Tavern Brawl

No Pairing:

Merlin’s best friend

Midsomer Murders:

Ben Jones:

Showing off

No Pairing:

My Original Stories:

Gods of the Guardians:

Information about the Gods

Cetia:

Welcoming you home

Ecses:

Dragon Riding

Hirnas:

Loyalty

Iborh:

I Know

Kiro:

Meeting Kiro

Laoch:

King of the Gods

Lierr:

Anger

Martuc:

A Friend

Orion:

God of Love in love

Pydite:

Sarcasm

Rimos:

Earned

Sirius:

Shy

Tumenar:

Showing off

Outlander:

Dougal MacKenzie:

Listens to you

Phantom of the Opera:

Erik Destler:

Dancing with a Phantom

No Pairing:

Red Dead Redemption:

Arthur Morgan:

Saving you

No Pairing:

Rookie Blue:

Nick Collins:

Andy’s best friend

No Pairing:

Oliver’s partner

Sharpe:

Arthur Wellesley:

Arthur finds out

Ben Perkins:

Daniel Hagman:

No Pairing:

Meeting Wellesley

Sharpe’s best friend

Patrick Harper:

Sharpe’s sibling

Richard Sharpe:

Sherlock:

Greg Lestrade:

A dress

Confessions

Press Conference

No Pairing:

A Holmes’ cousin

Studying

Sherlock Holmes:

Buckingham

The scarf

Sons of Anarchy:

Chibs Telford:

David Hale’s friend

No Pairing:

Chibs and Tig are children

Tig Trager:

Trouble

Spartacus:

Smiling

No Pairing:

Star Trek:

No Pairing:

Picard hears a good idea

Star Wars:

Lando Calrissian:

Han’s younger sibling

Suits:

Crossover:

Neal Caffrey’s sibling

Supernatural:

Balthazar:

Shower

Your Wings

Castiel:

Meeting

Gabriel:

Act Natural

Assumptions

Doctor

Wings

Lucifer:

Shy

No Pairing:

Balthazar’s friend

Teen Wolf:

Bobby Finstock:

Crush

Chris Argent:

Recovering

Derek Hale:

Derek’s crush

Protection

Deucalion:

For You

Hospital Visit

Isaac Lahey:

Anchor

Date

Return to Beacon Hills

No Pairing:

Free Period

Theo thinks you’re useless

Theo thinks you’re useless part 2

The wild hunt

Trust

Peter Hale:

Blue eyes

Favourite song

Pain

Stiles finds out

Stiles Stilinski:

Hugs

Nogitsune is worried

The Dollars Trilogy (Western):

Colonel Douglas Mortimer (For a Few Dollars More):

Startling

Joe (A Fistful of Dollars):

Trying to impress

The Flash:

Earth 2 Harrison Wells:

Like a fungus

No Pairing:

Noping out of the situation

The Hobbit:

Bard:

Teaching

Bofur:

Singing with Bofur

Dwalin:

Bilbo’s sister

No Pairing:

Thorin and Dwalin make an agreement

Thranduil:

First Sight

The Hunger Games:

Haymitch Abernathy:

The Peacekeepers

The Thick of It:

Crossover with Doctor Who:

Jaime travels with 12

Jaime McDonald:

Jaime acting odd

Malcolm Tucker:

Cake

Soft Spot

No Pairing:

Teasing the boyfriend

Teasing Malcolm

The Walking Dead:

Daryl Dixon:

Saving You

Shane Walsh:

Pulled over

Twilight:

Emmett Cullen:

Self-defense

Garrett:

Redcoats

Jacob Black:

Alpha

No Pairing:

White Collar:

Crossover:

Neal Caffrey’s sibling

Drabbles:

Prompts:

Feel free to pick from these prompts if you’d like any drabbles and to give me a pairing

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kittenwritesstuff · 7 years

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The touch of your fingers

Fandom: The Hobbit Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x (human!wife)reader Genres: mild angst, fluff Words: 1.650 Summary: After a tiring and upsetting meeting with Erebor’s dwarrowdams, you seek comfort in your husband’s arms - requested by @deepestfirefun

“Thank you for your attendance. I will sure take all of your suggestions under consideration,” you state as you dip your head at the dwarrowdams sitting by the large table.

You have just finish a weekly meeting with Erebor’s noble maidens and your personal handlers of various aspects of the realm. The most important ones are, of course, handled by your husband, but you take it upon yourself to deal with things considered feminine.

Thorin was very glad to see you actively take part in Erebor’s growth and renovation. Even before your wedding and coronation he assured that, if you didn’t want to, you wouldn’t have to bother yourself with it. But you wanted to. You didn’t wish to be seen as a spoiled Queen who didn’t care about the kingdom.

So you asked Thorin’s sister, Dis, to be your major adviser and Khuzdul teacher, so that you could reach an agreement with dwarrowdams quicker. Their aversion and lack of trust was understandable – you were a human lass, married to the King and they feared you would turn Erebor into a chaotic, multi-culture place rather than proud and rich dwarfish kingdom it previously had been.

Dis warned you that dwarrowdams had quite a temper. They didn’t put a filter – they said what they thought straight up, with no pleasantries and no remorse. And you were prepared for everything.

Or you thought you were. It turned out you were prepared for nothing.

It was clear that they weren’t fond you. Far from accepting you as their Queen, they never asked, only demanded. It didn’t matter that you were the Queen and it was expected for them to show you even a bit of respect.

They didn’t. Even after almost a year of yours and Thorin’s ruling over the Mountain, you had to fight for hearing.

“Oh, you sure will. During a measure for another fancy elvish dress?” one of them taunts, quietly but loud enough for you to hear it.

You shift your gaze at her, cold and stern but she doesn’t even flinch. A mocking smirk appears on her face.

“I am positive that you have noticed that I wore the very same dress for our meeting two weeks ago. And during most recent official dinner with King Thranduil. I spent my time more productively than you, may I add.”

“Apparently not productive enough,” another one says sliding a judging gaze at your stomach and you clench your jaw. Yes, it was highly anticipated for you and Thorin to produce an heir as soon as possible but you were aware that some things take more time and given that both of you were stressed and exhausted getting pregnant wasn’t an easy task.

“If you may, I kindly suggest that you keep your nose away from what happens between my husband and me in our bedroom.”

“Maybe he just needs a change?”

“Are you really suggesting that Thorin should take a mistress?” Dis interjects, her voice full of venom and mocking. The dwarrowdam looks bashful but handles her gaze. “If I remember correctly you have quite an experience with being replaced with lovers.”

The room falls dead silent and you glance at Dis with gratefulness. Discretely she pats your knee under the table. You are lucky to have her support.

“Next week, same time. Flima, master Dwalin speaks very highly of your daughter. I’m happy to hear that she’s doing well on her training.”

“Thank you, Your Grace,” said dwarrowdam bows her head respectively and you send her a warm smile. She’s most likely the only one to show you the respect you should be given.

Once the room is empty and only you and Dis remain, you prop your elbows on the table and hid your face in your palms.

“Will it ever improve? Should I be given a slate every time I open my mouth?”

“Y/N, they need time to realize that you are not going anywhere. That they are, and forgive me for my wording, stuck with you, whether they like it or not.”

“You’re so delicate sometimes, Dis.”

“I know,” she chuckles and reaches to rub your back. “Go now. It’s late and you need rest.”

“Do you want to get rid of me so that you can rush to meet Dwalin?” you say teasingly as you turn your face to look at Dis, your brow quirked.

“Maybe…” she muses and you grin, quickly taking her hands in yours and squeezing them.

“Are you two courting?”

“Not yet, not officially, I suppose. But we’re on a good way.”

“That’s so wonderful!”

“Thorin already said to Dwalin that he would shave Dwalin’s beard off if he did anything to wrong me.”

“Oh, and I will help,” you assure and Dis rolls her eyes. She is surely capable of doing so herself but you know she’s happy to have you and Thorin have her back in case something happens.

“Al right, you go and see your dwarf and I’m off to see mine.”

“You better get to making that little babe, Y/N.”

“Dis!” you scold her as you stand up, knowing very well that it’s nothing but friendly banter.

“What? Don’t tell me that you’re not enjoying the act,” she says while cocking her brow up and you grunt.

“I’m not talking to you about it, no,” you shake your head and Dis laughs, the two of you exiting the room and going into separate directions – she heads outside while you go up the endless stairs to reach your chambers.

You feel emotionally drained and in dire need of a comfort. Those weekly meetings usually make you exhausted and upset, and Thorin suggested many times that you should consider delegating Dis to deal with them. Only that would mean that you gave up and the dwarrowdams would cheer that they beat human lass who was too weak to be a Queen.

You didn’t want to give them that satisfaction.

When you step from the last stair, the room to royal chambers down the corridor, you steep up your pace and, almost running it, you enter the room, finding your husband leaning over a few parchments, sitting on the sofa by the fireplace.

His crown put away, his hair loose except for a braid you made on your wedding day. He turns his eyes at you when you walk in, his gaze full of affection and adoration.

“My love,” he starts smiling but when your lips curl down at the corners his face falls. Thorin puts the parchments on a small table by the sofa and opens his arms, silently inviting you into them.

Gladly and readily, you sit on his lap, resting your head on his shoulder, taking in the familiar musky scent of the dwarf you married.

“How bad it was?” he asks quietly, his fingers instinctively combing into your hair. It’s become a ritual of sorts – when your mood was bad Thorin would simply caress your scalp for a moment and then tend to your hair, a soothing, fond gesture that was fast to uplift your spirits.

“I’m not good because I didn’t give you an heir yet.”

“Ah, that,” he comments as his fingers works on unbraiding your hair. “If that’s any consolation, I heard a remark today that I spend too much time on the throne instead of in the bedroom with my wife.”

“Really?” you tilt your head to look at him and Thorin nods, amused. You’re baffled by how different the approach is – dwarrowdams are clearly mean while the males are, well, jesting, meaning to humor Thorin.

“Darling, we don’t need to rush. We’re married for not a whole year, Oin said that it’s normal to not be pregnant so soon, remember?”

“Yes, but I’m tired of those glances at my belly every time I walk in. It’s like they have wagers on when will I have a bun in the oven.”

“Maybe they do. Dwarves like to bet their coins on everything.”

You chuckle and hum contently when Thorin strokes your hair, undoing the knots before braiding it again. You’re happy that he’s the one to do your hair in the mornings, not a handmaid.

“I think they’re jealous,” you say after a moment of silence. “They most likely thought I am nothing more than a brief whim, or I will remain your lover, but then you married me and their plans to wed their daughters or sisters to you were ruined.”

“Yes, Dis told me about the rumors she’s heard. And I want you to know that I am very proud of you, my sweet Y/N, for not giving up.”

“I learnt from the best, my dear husband,” you say leaning in to kiss his cheek but before you can reach it, Thorin shifts and captures your lips in a sweet loving kiss.

His hands are still tangled in your hair as he brings you closer. He takes over all of your senses – all you can smell is him, all you can touch is his warm, a bit rough skin, all you can taste is ale and a tobacco on his tongue and you whimper into the kiss, all of your worries and hardship of the day long forgotten.

You pull away only when your lungs scream for a breath and Thorin rests his forehead against yours, the two of you breathing the same air.

“Would you like me to draw you a bath?”

“Only if you join me, Thorin.”

“I’d love to.”

“And sing me that song you did on our wedding night.”

“I gladly will, Y/N,” he kisses the tips of your nose before gently pushing your legs from his lap and heading to the bathroom. From there, you can hear him sing while he prepares the bath and a smile spreads on your face.

Oh, how lucky you are!

#thorin #thorin x reader #thorin oakenshield #thorin oakenshield x reader #x reader #reader insert #the hobbit #hobbitfic #thorin fic #thorin one shot #thorin imagine #thorin drabble #deepestfirefun

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reach4thesky · 6 years

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The Parting Glass

Finally have some time to write! I had this floating around in my head for a few days and I’m so happy to get it out now. I had come up with it after listening to Celtic Woman’s version of The Parting Glass, which had given me goosebumps. I’ve listened a lot of versions of this song but holy crap that was amazing. So I used their version as inspiration for this. I hope that you enjoy it! Summary: Atypical girl from Earth drops into Middle Earth trope. In which she falls beside her princes, Thorin is King and Bofur sings a dirge for the daughter of his heart at the 10 year anniversary of the Battle of Five Armies.

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Ten years. It have been ten years since the reclaiming of Erebor and the Battle of the Five Armies. Thorin King sat on the dias of a large public hall within Erebor, Bilbo to his left and Dis to his right, observing the feasting crowd of dwarves of Erebor and the Iron Hills, men from Dale that accompanied the also newly crowned Bard Dragonslayer, and a few elves representing King Thranduil. Even Gandalf and Beorn had been convinced to attend, seating with the other big folks towards the back of the hall. The crown felt heavy on his brow as he struggled not to look at the three smaller crowns that lay on empty plates on a smaller table before him.

The feasting after a long day of ceremony and speeches had barely begun when Bofur approached his King and bowed, the crowd behind him slowly becoming quieting as they watched curiously.

“Yer Majesty.” Bofur bowed, his ever present hat in his hands.

“Bofur Steelheart.” Thorin nodded in return, his heart pounding in his chest.

“I was hoping that ye were still agreeable to the...” Bofur’s gaze moved to the empty plates as his voice trailed off.

Thorin swallowed with difficulty, ignoring the hard stare from his sister. He nodded and stood as Bofur turned around, placing his hat back on his head. Upon raising his hands, the last of the whispers fell away and all eyes were on the dias. “Bofur Steelheart wishes to remember those who are no longer with us.”

Thorin returned to his seat, his hands clenched around the end of his armrests.

Bofur took a deep breath. “It has been a very busy ten years, has it not?”

A roar from the crowd answered him, mugs raised. He grinned and waited for the sound to die down. “When we left the Shire on the quest to take back Erebor from a dragon of all things, we numbered 14. By the time we made it through the mountains, we picked up another member of our company. She had been captured by the Goblin King and hailed from a land so far away that many of us have never heard of it nor will ever visit it. She had no cause or reason to join us, but join us she did.”

The miner turned lord paused, looking to the crowns once more. “Her laughter and spirit was a balm even in the darkest of moments. It was quite surprising how quickly we all came to love her, as a daughter, as a neice, and of course the Princes found their One in her as well as each other.”

Bofur’s voice continued to boome throughout the room, bouncing off the acoustics to be heard in every corner. “One of the many things that we talked about, the differences between our peoples, was how her people courted and marriage traditions. We all had bets on how long it would take before she got fed up with the Princes and took matters into her own hands.” He paused when the crowd laughed. “Bilbo and Ori won the bet of course, turned out they were encouraging her without anyone knowing!”

Bofur turned and grinned at the blushing hobbit behind him, the laughter louder the second time. “Among some of her people, there is a jest that men who are about to be married are walking to their deaths, the death of the freedom, the death of their bachelordom. As part of this jest that she witnessed a group of friends lamenting a bridgegroom with a dirge. And yet he was the happiest, and they for him, when he wed his love.”

Bofur walked to the edge of the dias and motioned for Nori to hand him his mug of ale. “I had adopted her into Clan Ur and in the tradition of her people, I was to escort her down the aisle when their betrothal was announced with the blessing of our King. I’m no bard but I had intended another song to sing for her on her wedding day. On this day, I believe the song she taught us is fitting. Not only for her as the Princess of our hearts, or our Princes but for all the dwarves, men, and elves that fell in the Battle of the Five Armies.”

“Of all the money that e'er I had I spent it in good company And all the harm I've ever done Alas it was to none but me And all I've done for want of wit To mem'ry now I can't recall So fill to me the parting glass Good night and joy be to you all So fill to me the parting glass And drink a health whate’er befalls And gently rise and softly call Good night and joy be to you all Of all the comrades that e'er I had They're sorry for my going away And all the sweethearts that e'er I had They'd wish me one more day to stay But since it fell unto my lot That I should rise and you should not…” Bofur paused, choking on his words. His dashed away the tears streaming down his face and opened his mouth only to find that no more words would come. After a moment of struggle, the sound of a viol and another voice continued on.

“I gently rise and softly call, Good night and joy be to you all” Ori, brave little Ori now the youngest of the company, stepped onto the dias with his own mug of ale. He joined Bofur next to the crowns, Dwalin following with his viol. “Fill to me the parting glassAnd drink a health whate’er befallsAnd gently rise and softly callGood night and joy be to you all”

As Dwalin played the melody of the song, joined by Nori with a tamborine, the rest of the company joined them on the dias. Bilbo stood up, his lighter voice joining with the deep rumbles of his dwarves, Bofur finally having found his voice again. Thorin could barely feel the hand Bilbo rested on his arm, unable to remove his gaze from the crowns.

“But since it fell unto my lotThat I should rise and you should notI gently rise and softly callGood night and joy be to you all”

Crowns that he had forged with his own hands for the 1 year annivarsary. Crowns that he would never place on the brows of his nephews, the sons of his heart. Crowns that they would never wear when they were presented as formal heirs to his kingdom. Crowns they would never wear to their wedding. The Crown that he would never place on her head and declare her princess of the realm. He would never see the children they would have had, the future of his line cut short. A small sound of grief from his right quickly reminded him that he was not the only one. Guilt swirled through him as he thought of his sister, her grief when she had arrived to find that her sons had fallen in battle. She had returned to the Blue Mountains soon after and it had taken many letters to convince her to come for this day. Swallowing back his own grief, he stood next to Bilbo and lent his voice to the final verse.

“So fill to me the parting glassAnd drink a health whate’er befallsAnd gently rise and softly callGood night and joy be to you allGood night and joy be to you all.”As the last notes faded away, the company tipped back their mugs until they were emptied. One by one, they laid each mug at the foot of the table and stepped down to return to their seats.

Thorin waited until Bilbo had returned to his seat before speaking. “May we always carry the memories of the ones we lost, these ten years past. Our grief is shared, each one of us in these halls. Knowing them as we do, our friends and kin would not want us our sadness to ruin the joyful events yet to come.” He raised his newly filled mug of ale. “To the dwarves of Erebor and the Iron Hills!” A roar answered him and had to raise his voice as he gestured to the men. “To the men of Laketown and of Dale!” A cheer rose up from the smaller group in the back to join the dwarves. His hesitance was not noticable to anyone but Bilbo and his sister as he gestured to the smallest group. “To the elves of the Greenwood!” The quieter response from the elves was almost lost amoung the pounding and stomping from the rest.

Thorin nodded, sipped his ale as a toast and sat down, his gaze returning once again to the crowns.

#the hobbit #The hobbit AU #filixkilixoc #durincest #bofur #thorin

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