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List of ship dynamics 

Idiot in denial x idiot in denial

The idiot who wouldn't admit they're an idiot x The self-admitted idiot

Mortal x immortal 

“I’d die for you” x “I’d kill for you” 

“I’m so fucking done with you” x “I’m going to be an insufferable bitch and you won’t get rid of me no matter what” 

Character A pretending to hate the attention they get but actually loves the attention they get x Character B showering Character A with love and attention

“You deserve the world” x “No, you” 

Touch starved Character A x physically affectionate Character B

The shy and reserved one x the loud and energetic one

Instead of the tall sunshine x short grumpball, how about a the grumpy tall one x the short ball of sunshine

THE OBLIVIOUS X THE OBVIOUS !!!!

Shy in the streets and loud under the sheets x shy under the sheets and loud in the streets

Public nuisance number 1 x the one who’s always embarrassed to be near said public nuisance

Grumpy one who has a soft spot for the sunshine one x sunshine one who would kill for the grumpy one

The stressed one x the one who tries to help ease their stress but accidentally adds to their stress

The “you holding your knife against my neck and pressing me against the wall like this makes me more horny than scared” with a smirk on their lips x the “what in actual fuck is wrong with you?” with their left eye twitching, grip tightening around the handle of the knife in utter annoyance 

The chaotic ball of sunshine who can’t keep their hands to themselves x the way too serious one who doesn’t know how to deal with showing or accepting affection but still tries, just for the chaotic ball of sunshine they won't admit they're so deeply and almost foolishly in love with

Grim reaper x the human they might have accidentally fallen in love with and now they can’t bear to collect their soul when the time comes

“I fell first” x “Yeah, but I fell harder”

Idiot hero who keeps winning against the villain for some reason x the cunning villain who has secretly fallen in love with the hero a long time ago and so they pretend to lose against the hero each time

Something possessed me to make this

I never reblog things like this, but I NEED a part two

A single, yellow Dandelion

(Kíli Durin x Female Reader)

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Requested by: Anon

Requests: Open

Fandom: The Hobbit Trilogy 

Request: ‘ Anonymous asked:Hello! I really love your blog and am excited that you made one dedicated to middle-earth :D I was wondering if I may make a request for Kili x fem!reader during their quest. I’m a sucker for the “accidentally braids their hair without knowing what it means” trope but you can do whatever you’d like :D I hope you have a great day!’

I adored this idea, and it took me so long to right, haha. I am such a fan of this trope, I could not help it. I am obsessed. I need more of this trope so I went on a tangent.

Warnings: Angst, accidental braiding, rejection, and romance. Not in that order, I warn you.

Words: 6.1K (The longest I have written)

Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction, the scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine. I also made up all this courting stuff and traditions, I researched courting braids as well as I could and I read somewhere the Dwarrow tries to impress the Dam… you will see.

This should only be found on my blog.

Author is always me on this blog @daydreams-magic01-mrsdurin ​ .

A/N: Please do not copy or plagiarise this, or put it in your own book, etc. It should only be found here. Also, please mention if I should make a taglist and if you wanted to be added. I also tried by best at being British.

I tagged ‘Bilbo x reader’ and ‘Bilbo Baggins x reader’ because of their friendship, so if you want platonic friendships with the two ta-da.

Thank you.

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Floral Arrangements (Thorin x gn!reader)

A/N: I have been working on this for ages but couldn't finish it, so here is part one. Hopefully I can get on to writing part 2 soon if people are interested.

The reclamation of Erebor by the company of Thorin Oakenshield had come with mixed emotions for (Y/N). You were excited to return to your childhood home with your two brothers. The three of you were given standard family quarters and small allowance to help you to settle in. The only downside was that so many who returned were also skilled in dressmaking, crafting, and forging leaving the three of you out of the job. To honour your fathers’ memory, the oldest of your brothers joined the royal guard, fulfilling your fathers’ old position. Both you and your youngest brother had no desire to follow suit.

Instead, the two of you decided to set up your own business outside of a stall in the market square. Flowers were neither common nor traditional in gifting practice within Longbeard culture. But the two of you were counting on the clans’ heavy involvement in the human world. It wasn’t uncommon for dwarves to adopt foreign human practices, even those of gifting and courting means. Thus, the two of you decided to adopt and adapt.

You took care of the purchasing, finances, displays and arrangements for the stall. There was limited private garden space within the mountain and requests for a private plot outside of the mountain for flower growth going unanswered, you had resorted to buying fresh flowers from a farmer just outside of Dale. Your fresh floral arrangements and bouquets proved popular enough amongst the mountain residents and its visitors, but they certainly were not what set your business apart.

The true jewel of your enterprise was the flowers crafted of precious metals and jewels of the most vibrant hues you sold. A sign of un-wilting and passionate love was the motto associated with them. Such a product was much more suited to the nature of dwarven love and courtship. You designed singles, arrangements and bouquets while your brother brought them to life.

With the introduction of said product, the popularity of the stall had doubled. The word had soon spread of the glittering creations and dwarves from across the seven kingdoms travelled to visit your stall. Within its first year and a half of operation its notability had grown to such heights that you were able to move from a stall to a rather comfortable store. This notability had additionally brought the attentions of the royal family upon you.

It was a warm afternoon when you received word from a steward that Princess Dis would be stopping by to look at your wares. After his departure you had bustled around the store preparing for the royal visit. A visit by a member of the royal family to look at your joint creations was incredibly humbling. Your bustling was disrupted by the sound of a customer entering the store. Peering up from where you knelt behind the counter you were shocked to see Princess Dis herself was already here.

“Pardon my lady, I was not expecting you yet” you politely greeted while stumbling up to your feet. “There’s no need please” Dis gestured at you kindly to continue what you were doing. “How can I be of service to you? Would you just like to browse or were you looking for something in particular” you gently prodded. The last thing you wanted was to drive away a customer like Dis Durin by being overbearing and pushy.

“I’d heard of the brilliance of your jewelled flowers and decided to come and have a look at the crafts myself” she praised glancing around, “do you make them yourself?” “No Ma’am. I design and arrange them, but my brother is the one who crafts them” you answered in earnest. “Well, you are both truly talented. The delicacy with which your brother has crafted them and your eye for colour are truly well paired together” she praised. Embarrassed by the praise you bowed your head in thanks and smiled shyly at the Princess in return.

Dis fluttered gracefully about your store for the next half hour inspecting the different florals on display, making conversation with you as she went. Eventually though she asked about whether you took custom orders. The two of you had never actually made a specified custom order for a client, instead you typically just sold the premade stock. Every piece was one of a kind so most customers were content by the uniqueness that the piece they choose offered. However, this was the future Queen mother, the honourable Lady Dis which had ruled in Thorin’s stead while he was on the quest to Erebor. So, you agreed that the two of you would be happy to make her a custom piece. Dis had been excited by the offer and promised to come back in several days’ time to plan out what she would like. With her departure you shut up shop and rushed home to tell your brothers of the great news.

  ----Several days later ----

You hadn’t seen nor heard from the Princess. You both were disappointed that Dis hadn’t followed through and placed an order but kept your heads up. After all the reason that you had moved to the shop was because of the influx of other noble and rich customers. Instead of dwelling on Dis’ missed order, you carried on organising and designing to pull your previous customers back.

It was late one evening while you were preparing to close the shop for the evening when a surprise visitor appeared in your shop. With your back to the doorway, you had failed to hear the quiet footsteps making their way up behind you. It was the unfamiliar gruff tone of a clearing throat that alerted you to the other presence. Whipping around you stepped back in surprise. Before you stood Thorin, Son of Thrain, son of Thror, King under the Mountain.

Remembering your manners, you were quick to greet and bow to the King with all of the Court courtesies you had been taught as a child. Thorin nodded in acknowledgement of the respectful gesture as you rose. “My sister visited you store a few days ago and has been raving about the crafts you sell ever since” the King began, “I convinced her out of investing in one because my nephews and I would like to get one for her birthday.” You smiled broadly as you dwelled on the King’s words. Princess Dis had not forsaken your store nor had forgotten your arrangement. Instead, she had gushed about to the rest of the royal family.

Switching back into business mode you got straight to work, “Were you interested in buying one of our premade arrangements or were you looking to commission a custom piece as your sister was looking into?” Almost instantly Thorin answered, “a custom, if you are free now then I would like to go over the details while I have time.” His curtness took you slightly off guard, but you tried not to let it show, “of course, I will just close the shop front so that nobody comes in and disturbs us. Then we can begin.”

You had been quick to close the shop front as you had done many other nights and then led the king to your workstations in the rare of the shop. After settling in you had questioned him rigirously about what he was looking for. From the types of flowers, sizing, number, types of jewels, and colouring of the joinery the two of you had discussed it all. Thorin’s demeanor had relaxed the more the two of you spoke, seeming almost as if he was enjoying the informalities of the conversation. He had even asked personal questions of you while you had jotted down notes of the details, he fed you; who had come up with the idea for the shop, how many of you run it daily, where you had lived during the clan’s refugee years, if many of your family members had been able to return to the mountain, your age, and even if you were married.

By the end of it you had come up with a comprehensive plan of what the Durin’s were looking to have done for the matriarch. You promised Thorin that over the next few days you would come up with several design compositions to showcase to him. He smiled warmly at you and promised to return in a few days’ time as he bid you, his farewells. Giddily, you found yourself looking forward to a visit from the mountain king, a man truly unobtainable to you due to his status and yet had asked about your marital status out of curiosity. A dwarf could dream.

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