#dwilbo

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propaganda for my dwalin x bilbo wip fic... are any dwalin x bilbo shippers out there can u hear me............

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Someone who can relate to me please contact me because I fucking hate feeling so alone

Not being a multishipper is so hard when you have a rarepair that is soooo dominated by another ship with one of the same characters that a simple google search only gives you results for that ship, it's so fucking frustrating like aaaaaaaaaaa

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am i watching the hobbit for the 100th time? yes, do i keep noticing new things still? yes!

like this moment here!

look at dwalin’s arm! my dwilbo shipper heart is aflutter!

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under the mountain (the cold is there)

“What happened?” Bilbo finally gathered breath to say, pain shooting through her as she took a too-deep breath.

or: Bilbo is attacked, and then she's in the healing halls. Dwalin decides to guard her, which no one is opposed to.

cw: headwounds, character injury. genderbend

pairing: bilbo/dwalin

fill for @badthingshappenbingo square O4 - “hair matted with blood”

fill for @febuwhump 2022 day 1 - headwound

Bilbo wasn’t sure where she was, or for that matter what had happened. She had been on her way out of the Mountain, headed for – what had she been headed for? She was going to do something… with a groan of effort, she managed to sit up, hand going to the immediate starburst of pain emanating from the back of her head. In the dimness of the room she had woken up in, she could only discern a shift in colour on her hand, but she was well familiar with the tackiness of blood drying in her hair by this point.

“Ye awake already? Must be sterner stuff than I thought, halflings… Well, that just won’t do, can’t have you running around dirtying the Durin line.” Before Bilbo could turn to look at whoever was speaking, the deep, scratchy voice coming from behind her, pain bloomed as something heavy hit the back of her head, and she welcomed the darkness.

When Bilbo came to again, she immediately knew something was amiss. Several things tipped her off, actually, but the primary one was that she could hear her brothers being very upset in close vicinity to her bed. She loved them most ardently, but she was a proper Hobbit in some aspects, and the only males allowed in her bedroom would be her husband and any eventual sons she’d have.

She opened her eyes and regretted the action just as quickly. It brought home both just how much her head hurt, and that she was probably the cause of her brothers’ yelling. The ceiling above her bed should not be white and far away, but the ceiling of the healing hall was.

“Wha…” Bilbo managed to croak out before her voice cracked and she started coughing. After what felt like an Age but probably wasn’t more than a minute, if that, during which Óin carefully helped her sit up and Fíli slipped in behind her to act as a backrest, she stopped coughing, attempting to catch her breath.

“Peace, nan’ith, take care,” Fíli soothed, encouraging her to lean back against him. Kíli hovered at the foot end of her sickbed, desire to be close to her warring with his well-founded fear of healers.

“What happened?” Bilbo finally gathered breath to say, pain shooting through her as she took a too-deep breath.

“Lass, we were hoping you could tell us that,” Balin said, rising from the chair next to her bed. He came to stand at her free side, now that Óin had stopped fussing over her, and gently clasped her hand. “One of the junior guards heard an unfamiliar noise in the lower levels, and by sheer luck, he decided to investigate. Had he not, we likely wouldn’t have found you in time.”

“The – lower levels?” Bilbo muttered in reply, free hand going to her head as if to stem the confusion some. “I wasn’t… I was heading for… it was market day, must’ve been.”

“Do you have to ask her now, Balin? Can’t you see she’s in distress?” Fíli interrupted, taking his duties as her first brother – her nuddel – seriously. He’d claimed it was because she didn’t see her true worth, so he would simply have to protect her from anything unworthy.

“It’s fine, nadad, I’m fine,” she patted his arm, trying to calm him – in vain, she knew.

“I am sorry, Prince Fíli, but I must ask your nan’ith, we must find who did this – and soon, before they try again,” Balin persisted. Bilbo couldn’t entirely suppress the smile that bloomed when she felt Fíli’s well-hidden wince at Balin using his title.

While she didn’t quite feel up to intense questioning, she did want to feel safe again, and she told them as much. Fíli wasn’t happy about it, Bilbo could tell, but he didn’t say anything.

“I don’t remember, Balin, not exactly – I woke up, I think, a short moment, in a very dim room… I think I had been hit around the head already then, I was bleeding, I know that.” Bilbo knew she probably wasn’t making much sense, rambling like she was. It was clear that both Fíli and Kíli understood enough of what she was saying, Fíli hugging her ever closer, and Kíli’s grip on the foot end of the bed was turning white-knuckled.

She was interrupted in her continued recollection by the door to the healing hall opening and Dwalin entering, and though she probably shouldn’t – and had no real right to - she couldn’t help but relax slightly at seeing him, more so still when he closed the door behind him.

“No trace of anyone at all,” Dwalin said, voice gruffer than usual. His voice went soft, however, when he turned to her. “How are ye doin’, Mistress Baggins?”

“Oh, you must call me Bilbo, Master Dwalin, by this point I would call us close enough friends for that to be appropriate,” she returned, a smile lighting up her face. She desperately hoped no one noticed her blush at his kindness.

“Only if ye call me Dwalin, I’ve said.” He didn’t physically smile at her, but she felt she knew him well enough to know that the way his eyes lit up was close enough to count as one.

“Dwalin,” she said softly, always feeling like it was the first time she was granted the right. It usually happened at least once a month, the two of them meeting too rarely for propriety to allow any familiarity to really settle. It pained her. “I am well, Dwalin, thank you for asking.”

“Don’t listen to her, Dwalin, she’s been badly bashed around the head and had your guard found her just a little later, it would have been too late,” Fíli interrupted, not keen on letting her downplay just how bad it was. “She was just telling us what she remembered of things before you came in. Please, continue, nan’ith.”

“I don’t remember much, I’m sorry – I woke up in the dim room, as I said,” she began, feeling much steadier now. It probably had nothing to do with Dwalin standing guard between her and the door – Bilbo had always been good at lying to herself, even if a grown Hobbit really shouldn’t. “Whatever had happened before that, I really do not know – I was going to the market in Dale, I promised Dori I would pick up some of that white blend he’s ever so fond of.”

“But you were found on the lower levels, Bilbo, that’s not on the way to Dale,” Kíli interrupted, expression confounded. Behind her, Fíli sighed, the sound filled with a lifetime of being an elder brother.

“We all know that, Prince Kíli, and I think Bilbo knows that as well,” Balin said, hand stroking his beard in thought. “The question is how she ended up there when Dale was her destination.”

Balin was all set to continue his musings when Bilbo’s sudden gasp stopped him.

“I heard – there was a dwarf, not a voice I recognise,” she said, words tumbling over themselves as she spoke, in a hurry to get them out. “He said – I was getting too close, I was sullying the line of Durin.”

“Purists,” Dwalin hissed out.

“There is a band of – I don’t want to call them dwarrow, for they are not worth the epitaph, but for lack of better terms. They are against anything they think would – yes, sully, I think that is the term they use,” Balin explained, expanding his brother’s outburst. “They are Longbeards but call themselves the Mahishmêr Durinul – Protectors of the Sons of Durin. When King Thrór found his One in a Firebeard, they attempted to kidnap her, claiming it was against Mahal’s Will that the Line of Durin would sully itself with another House.”

Balin was a good orator, his storytelling abilities next to none, and had Bilbo hooked on his every word. By the spellbound look in Kíli’s eyes, she wasn’t the only one. It was, she decided, quite lucky that Kíli had taken a seat at the foot of her bed, because she was rather certain that if he hadn’t he would have fallen over, considering how close he was leaning to Balin.

“We all thought, after Erebor fell, that they would… stop this ridiculous vendetta.” Balin sighed. “They are difficult to track down, and I am afraid they have far more sympathisers than actual members.”

“But I am not – how can I sully the Line of Durin?” she objected, a yawn stopping her before she could get really upset, however.

“The princes have claimed you as their sister, Bilbo, and that is a close relation to the throne – especially as you are not of the Khazad.” Balin shook his head, his distaste for the thinking obvious in every movement.

“But I just,” she started to object but was again interrupted by her own yawn. “They’re my brothers, I don’t care about their titles!”

“That is a very foreign thinking to many of the Khazad, I’m afraid, nan’ith,” Fíli replied, sorrow painting his every word. “According to amad less so now, after Erebor fell, than before, but still common.”

“Adad is a mere blacksmith, something that would have had the Mahishmêr up in arms before Smaug, but in Ered Luin, it only resulted in a few angry mutterings,” Kíli continued from where his brother cut off, absentmindedly picking at her bedding as he spoke. Bilbo was listening intently to them, which only made her all the more embarrassed when another jaw-cracking yawn got away from her.

“Well now, that’s a sign as good’s any, th’lass needs ‘er rest, all of ye, out!” Óin appeared from what seemed like thin air, the healer immediately setting about shooing her visitors out. “She won’t heal any if ye don’t let ‘er sleep, and don’t think I dinnae see ye yawn before lass, ye should be asleep already.”

Bilbo smiled sheepishly at him in reply, taking his fussing for the earnestly meant care it was. She accepted the tonic he handed her in good grace, despite it often leaving her feeling more addle-minded than ever – there was something in the dwarven tonic that just didn’t agree properly with Hobbit physiology, it seemed.

“I’m staying,” Dwalin said, once he was the only one Óin hadn’t managed to banish from his halls. “She needs a guard, and I wouldn’t trust anyone else with that – would ye?”

Bilbo really couldn’t stop the blush from rising in her cheeks, but she certainly hoped it could be blamed on the tonic. She really shouldn’t be this twitterpated by some left-over over-protectiveness from the journey, but when it came from Dwalin she really couldn’t help it.

Óin helped her lay down again, once Fíli had left, something she was rather grateful for. She didn’t think she could’ve managed it on her own.

“Dwalin’ll be standin’ guard ‘ere, then, lass, and I’m in the next room over. Yell if ye need anythin’ – anythin’ at all!! – and don’t ye hesitate to speak up if ye’re uncomfortable,” Óin told her, Dwalin grunting in agreement from his post by the door. Before he could leave, Bilbo managed to grab Óin’s hand, and the squeeze she gave it and the earnest thanks she managed to voice left the grizzled healer blushing beneath the beard.

Silence descended over the healing wing again, and Bilbo hovered somewhere between wakefulness and sleep when Dwalin suddenly took her hand. She probably would have thought she imagined or dreamt it if she didn’t feel the warmth of his hand and the roughness of his callouses.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, amrâlimê, you’re safe with me.”

Bilbo wasn’t fluent in Khuzdul by any means, but she recognised endearments when she heard them – and while being called ‘my love’ by Dwalin certainly figured in several of her recurring dreams, this wasn’t one of them.

Before she could do more than smile, however, the tonic finally pulled her under, and she succumbed to the sweet oblivion of sleep.

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Gotta go, there’s a chick at my door that wants to give me head

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ok, so most dwagginshield quest fics that ive seen consist of thorin and dwalin already being in a relationship, and bilbo only later joining in, i present to you - thorin and dwalin growing up together. theyslmost immediately know theyre each others ones, but like... ones are very often unrequited and they dont want to lose their friendship so they dont say anything to each other - enter the quest and bilbo. it takes a bit longer to realize bilbo is also their one, but once they notice, it hits both of them like a freight train (or the me equivalent. an eagle? beorn in bear form?? idk) - bilbo also falls relatively quickly for them both, and they both notice how far gone bilbo and the other are for each other (without once realizing bilbo and the other one are also in love them lmao oblivious little shits) - both try to push the other closer to bilbo bc ~at least theyll be happy~ so thorin asks dwalin to watch over bilbo, dwalin encourages bilbo to visit thorin in mirkwood more often than dwalin, etc - it backfires tho - dwalin thinks thorin wants to protect bilbo from afar, thorin spends his time in mirkwood singing dwalins praises (bilbo, faintly puzzled: ok like i know ur in love w/ dwalin, u dont have to tell me every time thorin, blushing furiously and denying everything: i - what - no shut the fuck bilbo: .... anyway,,,,,,) - queue ridiculous amounts of pining from both thorin and dwalin, watching sadly as their True Loves find love without them - meanwhile, notoblivious!bilbo, who noticed thotin and dwalins feelings before they even did,,,,, is so confused. - he comes from the shire, where polyamory is A Big Thing, so hes not worried about two dwarrows pursuing his hand when theyre so obviously in love w/ each other - shenanigans ensue. lots of 'em - somewhere in the background, dís is being awesome. amen and bless mahal

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Dwalin was looking for Bilbo and came upon Bilbo bathing. He was looking for Bilbo because Bilbo had gotten a bit scraped up from a battle they had earlier.

Dwalin had found Bilbo but couldn’t get himself to move. He had been scared for Bilbo and couldn’t walk away now that he had him in his sight again.

Dwalin jolted out of his thoughts then and realized that it wasn’t proper for him to be standing there staring and turned to leave with his own blush upon his cheeks and an apology in his mouth.

Bilbo had been wondering about Dwalin since he had seen the bigger warrior had cut his knuckes and was bleeding earlier but had brushed it off.

Bilbo quickly called to Dwalin to wait and then tried to find something to cover himself while blushing, but finding nothing.

Seeing that, Dwalin takes off his outer coat and quickly rushes to Bilbo and places his coat over Bilbo’s shoulders.

Both stammering their questions at the same time had them stopping and with a nervous giggle Bilbo motioned for Dwalin to go first. The tattooed Dwarf asked of Bilbo’s injuries, and Bilbo motioned to his foot saying it wasn’t that bad. But Dwalin nonetheless asked if he could see.

Looking down with his face red Bilbo motioned to the Dwarf for his help. Thinking that the Dwarf was only going to offer his hand as a grasp he let out a squeel when suddenly Dwalin was scooping Bilbo out of the pool of water, coat and all, in his arms. Securing the Hobbit’s light weight he turned and set Bilbo down by a tree stump. Kneeling in front of the Hobbit Dwalin asked for permittion to see Bilbo’s foot. Bilbo had Dwalin’s coat tucked up to his ears as he nodded.

Dwalin gently grasped and lifted Bilbo’s foot, inspecting the slight scrapes. Bilbo notices Dwalin’s hands and finally sees how bruised his knuckles are. Forgetting his own foot Bilbo leans down and grabs Dwalin’s hand in his own, rubbing his fingers gently over injuries.

Dwalin’s heart beats rapidly as he turns his hand to hold Bilbo’s own.

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Dwalin/Bilbo fic recs

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this are most of my bookmarks for these two ;)

Dwalin & Bilbo - bc this one made me cry

In From the Rain      by yellow_craion 

Dwalin travels back to the Blue Mountains, cold, wet and miserable, when he is faced with an unexpected kindness.

Bilbo takes in a dwarf trope, basically Warnings for reference / implied violence, prostitution and i suppose extortion but all in the past

Dwalin/Bilbo

Key to my House (Key to my Heart)  by JackQuaker                

"It was the act of bodily union that achieved marriage, and after which the indissoluble bond was complete." -Laws and Customs Among the Eldar

Marriage rituals are the one thing Dwarves and Elves have in common.  Hobbits do things differently.  Bilbo might have appreciated knowing that sooner.

Protective Nature   by silverneko9lives0     

Everyone survives the BOTFA and Bilbo stays in Erebor. However, it seems that all the nobles suddenly want to seduce Bilbo and not all of them have honorable intentions. Dwalin may just be the Captain of the Guard, but he'll be damned if he allows anyone to hurt their Burglar. He makes it his unofficial job to chase off any unsavory characters.

Swallow by Headwig1010      

A tale of love, swearing and food.

So much food.

Together, Despite It All    by jcrycolr3wradc         

Whatever Bilbo was expecting when he opened his door, Gandalf, Lobelia, a noisy neighbor trying to intrude on his dinner, he was most certainly not expecting a hulking figure of a dwarf.

 In Silence    by PurrpleCat          

"„Dwalin, son of Fundin,” Dain says above him, his voice devoid of any emotion, „You are banished forthwith from the Kingdom of Erebor under pain of death.” Dwalin can almost hear the smile in his voice as he says: „Bring me his beard.”

He can hear Balin scream, but he cannot recognize the words – blood is pounding in his ears, horror making him freeze. He closes his eyes tightly, swallows. This is what he wants, he reminds himself. This is what he deserves.

Thorin, he thinks as one of the guards yanks his head back and puts a blade to his chin. Forgive me."

Marry That One    by Aloneindarknes7         

Balin had always advised his brother to marry someone who could cook.

Marry Me?    by beargirl1393     

When the dwarves come to invite Bilbo to join their quest, he does so readily. There's just one problem. In order for him to travel with the Company, he needs at least one family member to be with him. Since Bilbo has no close family (and no other hobbits would want to go on an adventure) the dwarves decide that he must marry one of them, in order to create family ties. Dwalin is chosen to marry the hobbit, and even though this is a marriage of convenience he hopes that, eventually, he and his new husband will find love with each other.

Chronicles of a Warrior and a Burglar    by silverneko9lives0        

For Hobbit Kink Meme:

"Dwalin’s a crusty warrior with a marshmallow interior, so what I want to see is Bilbo forced to marry him. Scenario is as follows: none of the dwarves are traveling alone, that is, without family. So, Bilbo can’t travel without family either, and we know the easiest way of creating family ties is by marriage. Cue the dwarves discussing the issue among themselves (with or without Gandalf) to see who would be willing to marry the Hobbit. Bombur and Gloin are out, Balin is too old, Kili and Ori are too young, and Dwalin just goes, “Did anyone ask the Hobbit what he would like?” Unbeknownst to the Dwarves, Bilbo has eavesdropped on the conversation, and when they follow Dwalin’s advice, the Hobbit, who really wants to go on the adventure, promptly asks Dwalin to marry him. To everyone’s great shock. Points if: the relationship between them develops slowly, if they are honest about slowly falling in love, and if it ends happily ever after with everyone alive."

With Thorin/Bilbo/Dwalin

Synergy by    alkjira       

 “Would you want to fuck him?” Dwalin breathed against the side of Bilbo’s neck as he ground the Hobbit down on his now aching dick. “Or would you just be looking to have him take you? You seem to like this. Imagine how much better it would be if it was Thorin rubbing against you.”

Wherein Dwalin and Bilbo are both in love with Thorin and we end up with scenes like the above.

With Nori/Bilbo/Dwalin

the sweet honey that sticks them together by Thorinsmut (FormlessVoidbeast)   

It might look a bit odd from the outside, but Dwalin and Bilbo and Nori have a relationship that works for them, and they couldn't be happier.

Enjoy this one-shot of some established-relationship porn.

With Fem!Bilbo

Songless    by Timfleur_Salisbury_Cornwallis      

Birabelle Baggins was many things; well-read, generous to those who deserved it, an excellent cook, twelve-year reigning champion of the Buckland Spring Festival Conkers Competition, and quite proficient with a needle and thread if called upon. However, she was not what others of her race would call “respectable”.

In the Dark    by  Madkat89   

After the Battle, Bella is taken into custody and imprisoned for life in the dungeons of Erebor for her crimes against Thorin Oakenshield. However, the company doesn't even know that she's alive, believing that she fell on the field of battle before they could make amends. Will the truth come out or will she forever be lost to them in the depths of Erebor

After Famine    by Magniflorious      

From this kink meme prompt: Female Dwarves, being rather manly looking, don't have a lot going on in the chest area. There is enough there to nurse a child, but it's more flat muscle than bulging fat.

Which is why Bilba's ample bosom is so distracting to the Dwarves. It's like being given a triple chocolate cake when you're used to eating apples for dessert - it's just too amazing to handle.

Bonus points: One of the Dwarves gets to touch her boobs (after asking of course) and comes immediately.

Dankûna    by Cuptivate      

Small candle, burning bright.

 EXTRA

 Female Bilbo Oneshots      by  Madkat89           

This is a great collection of Fem!Bilbo/Dwarrow fics where i found a lot of new ships