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Soulmates (Armitage Summer Splash. Day 7)

As part of @lathalea and I's Armitage Summer Splash, I present to you, day 7.

Masterlist of fics for Summer Splash

Prompts: "I've never loved you." / Soulmates trope.

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, insecurity, sexual references

Summary: You know in your heart that you are Thorin's One, his soulmate. But how can you be his queen? Insecurity racks you at the very thought, and you try to break his heart with one lie, which he immediately sees through.

Comments/Notes: If anyone would like to be added to or removed from my tag list, please say. And, finally, I'm writing about THORIN! My dearest Dwarf king. I'm so sorry it took this long to get to you.

That night which you spent with Thorin would always be the pinnacle of your existence. To be physically worshipped by a man who was so beautiful that it made breath catch in your throat whenever you gazed into his crystal blue eyes. His touch, so careful and so heartfelt. Every time his skin made contact with yours and sparks flew. There was no other way you could describe it. He was your soulmate. You were two pieces of the same puzzle, meant to be locked together and be one.

Even after your lovemaking, he lay beside you, his breath gradually falling back to its normal, resting rate, and he gazed at you with such adoration in his eyes. You could feel the love pouring from him, like a heat.

That one night had sealed it. You were meant to be with Thorin forever. But all you could see now was a crown. A barrier. The battle of Five Armies had deepened your love so much for him. However, the crown that sat on his head and the robes draped over his strong shoulders, reminded you of the queen you would never, ever be.

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Erebor was now won, and Dwarves from various clans and kingdoms began to arrive at the mountain city's gates. They wished to come and pay tribute to the battle, and to the king who had re-claimed the mountain back from the clutches of Smaug the dragon.

Thorin was growing restless. He hadn't seen you since horns had been blown, signalling that the battle had ceased. He had kissed you, drawing you in against him. Not only had he been victorious in the fight for his kingdom, but he had been victorious in finding his One.

Thorin asked many people, enquiring as to your whereabouts. Until he asked Oin, a Dwarf whom you had grown close to on the journey.

"She's set up a room on the east side, just a few doors down from the King's Library," Oin told Thorin.

The king nodded his head to his friend and thanked him, then began his search for you.

In your room, you sat at the desk which was to the right hand side of the four poster bed. There were pots of ink, quills and pieces of parchment which had lain here for decades, gathering dust and cobwebs.

Your door knocked.

As you opened the door, you gasped at the sight of Thorin.

The king swooped in and kissed you hard, his hand curling around your cheek. Both of you succumb to the desire which had built over many months, and only been truly explored once when at Beorn's Barn in the dead of night.

You were both breathing heavily as you parted from the kiss and Thorin pressed his brow to yours. "My love," he whispered.

"Please don't," you sighed, realisation hitting you of how beneath him you would always be.

You moved into the room, and Thorin swept in behind, shutting the door behind him. "What is going on?"

"We can't do this," you said, looking up at him with tears in your eyes.

Thorin's breath hitched. You distinctly heard it. "W...why? I do not understand..."

"All of this, everything. It's wrong."

"How can it be wrong?" Thorin asked, his eyes full of sadness and question. "You are my One. I feel that, and I know you feel it also. Our love is strong."

"I've never loved you," you said. The lie pierced your heart straight to the core, cleaving it in two. The pain hit your throat, red hot bile threatening to spill forth.

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233 notes - Posted June 7, 2022

Inadequate.

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Insecurity, fluff

Summary: You and Thorin are so deeply insecure about how you come across to each other and feel inadequacy. Will you finally be able to admit to each other how you feel?

Notes/comments: If you like this fic, please consider a reblog. My tag list is also open if you wish to be added. Please let me know if you want to be added to the Follow Forever list or a particular character/fandom list.

This is a request from an anonymous reader who has asked for a reader and Thorin fic where they both feel love, which is requited, but hold feelings of inadequacy. I've also said that I'm always happy to write for Thorin, as he's still my main love, but I'm worrying now that my fics are all sounding the same and my ideas for him are getting quite old.

It felt like an old teenage crush. You were constantly watching from a distance, listening in to every word he said, fantasising about sharing a heartfelt kiss. But it was all so ridiculous. Why on earth would Thorin Oakenshield, the rightful King of Erebor ever look at you in such a way? It kept you awake at night, the heartache of feeling unwanted. The Dwarves had happily welcomed you to their Company, and had proved delightful travelling companions for the most part. But the budding feelings you had for their leader was becoming all consuming now. Whenever he spoke and you felt butterflies in your gut, and most of the time, speaking became almost impossible when he was directly face to face with you.

Thorin sat across the camp, on the opposite side, his back perched against a large boulder. A fire was burning a few feet away, central to all of the Company who were scattered in a circle. He could make out your shape, huddled back to back with Bilbo. He felt envy at the halfling for being so close to you. You had fit in so well with everyone, finding a place where you could feel accepted. But somehow Thorin noticed how different you were in his company to everyone else. With the others and you laughed, played pranks, spoke of your former life. Whenever you were with him and you became distant, almost withdrawn. The longer you had spent with the Company and the deeper it pained him whenever you glanced away as he attempted to talk to you.

You woke in the middle of the night, your bladder close to bursting. You shuffled away from the camp, and stood behind a tree, stooping to relieve yourself.

Once you were done, you got to your feet and looked up at the stars overhead. They made you think of home, where everything that was familiar to you resided.

You heard footsteps behind you.

"My apologies. I did not realise you were out here," Thorin's voice came. Oh, that voice. It sent trails of electricity racing through you and conjured rather erotic mental images.

"I was just going back to the camp," you replied, ready to dart past him.

Thorin sighed in frustration. "Why do you find me so difficult to talk to?" he growled. "Am I repulsive to you?"

You stopped, shocked by his outburst. Then you turned slowly to face him. He was so handsome, and every time you looked upon that inner and outward beauty, it stunned you to silence. "I..."

Thorin could sense your discomfort and clenched his fist, shaking his head. "Good night!" He began to stamp away, but was caught off guard when he heard you speak his name. Hearing your voice utter his name was musical to his ears, so angelic.

"I've never meant to...offend you," you said, your voice still showing traces of your anxiety. "I'm sorry. Please don't hate me."

His bright blue eyes shone as he looked back over his shoulder to you, his gaze just above the fur of his pelt. "Hate?" Thorin chuckled. "That is what you feel for me."

"No, I don't hate you. Far from it. I never know how to be when I'm with you. Look at you," you said, finally allowing the dam to break. The words fell from your lips, beginning to highlight how you felt. "You're a king. And I'm...well, nothing."

Thorin turned to face you completely and stepped up to you. His eyes had grown warm, the ferocity of anger having left them. "Whenever I'm in your presence and I see you with the others, it's you who makes me feel like I'm nothing."

"How could I ever make you feel like that?"

"I wish you could see yourself through my eyes," Thorin said. "And that distance between us has only made me feel more beneath those I consider friends."

"No," you exclaimed. "Never." You shot to Thorin and took his hand in yours, holding it to your chest. "I'd never want you to feel that way. Never. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."

Thorin felt an array of emotions rage inside him, mixed with arousal. He wanted you in so many ways, and all of it was overwhelming him. "There is nothing to forgive. I was becoming a prisoner of my own thoughts. Would you walk with me?"

"Of course," you replied.

The two of you walked side by side, down a pathway towards a river. The sound of it flowing got louder, and gradually you found yourself the other side of a thicket and the river was there, open before you.

Thorin put his hand on the base of your back, urging you to go before him.

"I enjoy walking at night," he told you.

"I've noticed quite a few times that you've disappeared from the camp, and I always wondered where you'd gone," you replied.

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281 notes - Posted October 22, 2022

Hello! I'd like to be added to your everything taglist (or forever taglist? That's for everything, right?) if it's no bother :)

Hope you have a good day 🐍🌸

Hello there, hun.

Of course you can be added! Thank you so much!!!!! :) Sending you plenty of love.

314 notes - Posted June 3, 2022

Ok could I get fluffy Jareth head cannons? Like when he's being affectionate with his partner

🥺 I am a simp

Here is Jareth being affectionate with his partner, who I will write a a reader. This is my first time writing anything to do with Labyrinth on Tumblr, so I hope you like. :)

* Jareth isn't normally one to show affection as he's quite a closed off person, but when he does show you any kind of affection it's in a large way.

* Most of the time, Jareth enjoys spoiling you with lavish gifts, which sometimes makes you feel as though he only cares about material items and value.

* You have been courting Jareth for a few months when you raise this with him, and he is quite taken aback by your question. He tells you that he always assumed that you enjoyed him treating you. You explain that you want him in all ways, and not just what he can give you.

* Little by little, Jareth begins showing more affection towards you. Brushing your thigh with his hand, moving a stray piece of hair from your face, cornering you playfully against the wall.

* Your love making also changes: Jareth is slower with you now, pampers you with massages and uses foreplay as a way to really show how he feels.

* If he cannot join you for breakfast, Jareth will always leave you a small gift and a note, either in your bed chamber, or in the great hall.

* The goblins know better than to ever bad mouth you; in fact, they rarely do as you treat them with kindness and respect, despite their trickster antics.

* By the time that you have been courting for just over a year, the Goblin King knows that it is time to take a spouse. He holds a grand masquerade ball, but before you both ascend down the stairwell for your grand entrance, he gets down on his knee and takes your hand.

456 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Touch Starved

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader

Warning: Fluff, smutty undertones, sexual inexperience, insecurity

Summary: You and Thorin are awake one night and things take a rather intense turn. You find out that Thorin has never been touched by a woman, or indeed someone he loves. Being so touch-starved means that Thorin is full of doubt and insecurity.

Notes & Comments: As always, if you wish to be added or removed from my tag list, please let me know. This is just a quick piece that I needed to get out of my system before it consumed me.

Now that you were in Lake-town, on the very brink of success or failure, you wanted to let Thorin know in some way that you would do everything in your power to help him to the end. Thorin Oakenshield had become intwined in your heart, nestling deep inside. You no longer feared his outbursts or even felt anxious when in his presence. He made you serene somehow, as though your soul could rest when with him.

The Master of Lake-town had accepted you all with welcome arms, and you had grimaced at the slimy bastard's charming words. The man made your skin crawl, along with his aide, Alfrid. As soon as the younger man of the two had clapped eyes on you, he grinned, showing off big yellow teeth that made your stomach churn.

It was quiet now. The Dwarves had been celebrating, downing plenty of alcohol. The last you had noticed was Bofur asleep under the table and Bombur asleep on the toilet, still holding a bottle of ale, half full.

You stepped out into the cold air, pulling your clothing in around yourself tight.

"It is late," a familiar voice came.

Thorin stepped up behind you, and then placed his hands on the wooden rail of the balcony which gave a view of the row of houses opposite and some of the town further back. Large strips of ice had formed on the water and little flurries of snow were dancing on the early winter breeze.

You could see much in Thorin's expression: apprehension, worry and perseverance. Nothing would stop him getting to the mountain; his birthright was waiting in the form of a crown, but what price was he prepared to pay?

Without a further thought, you placed your hand on Thorin's. You wanted him to know that you were just as dedicated to him as those Dwarves sleeping in Bard's house.

In that moment, you felt Thorin's hand jolt ever so slightly. But he did not move it away. Instead, his eyes remained locked on your hand, and slowly you rubbed his hand with your thumb. Thorin gasped, only slightly, but it was enough for you to hear him.

You whispered his name.

His eyes met yours, finally. Those beautiful blue eyes that you knew you were madly in love with. He seemed unsure, embarrassed. A flush had risen on his cheeks. He swallowed hard and then averted his gaze back to your touching hands.

You were well aware that Thorin didn't have a wife. But surely he had lain with women. Such a beautiful man would have had women swarming around him. Everything about Thorin made you weak, and instantly recognise that you were so helplessly in love with him.

And then your own insecurity took hold. "I'm sorry," you said, pulling your hand away. "It was improper of me to do that..."

"Touch me again," he asked, his voice deep with something that you hadn't heard from him before. The edge of his voice was tinged with just the faintest touch of what you felt to be lust.

Then as your hand reached for his, you could see the sheer anticipation in his face. You stopped.

"Please," he whispered.

"Have you been touched by a woman before?" you asked. It was the underlying question that you needed to ask, and an answer you were desperate to know.

"I am ashamed of the answer, but, no."

That feeling which you had had since your first accidental touch was confirmed. It left you speechless, saddened by such an honest admission.

With a sudden surge in confidence, you picked up his hand and held his palm against your own. The heat and the electricity was so palpable between you both. It made shivers of anticipation shoot up your spine. Then you laced your fingers between his, drawing your two hands together as one.

Thorin couldn't help but gasp again, and then close his eyes. Being a Dwarf meant that tactile sensations were always intense, and being physically connected with someone he loved so ardently meant that he was so full to the brim with joy.

You remained a little shocked by Thorin's response to your touch, but continued on, taking the lead. You leaned your head to him and placed your lips against his cheek, and kissed softly. You were greeted with a soft moan and exhale.

Thorin opened his eyes and caught your gaze against his. You smelled divine. Despite having travelled so far with little to no sanitation, he could still smell something sweet on your skin.

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891 notes - Posted January 29, 2022

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