#lil scuff of flour on his cheek

[piratefishmama]

you've heard of Baker!Steve

Now i give you. Baker!Eddie.

[raisedinerebor]

Sweet as Sugar.

@fizzy-custard

She was a curious thing, so small and shy. Dwalin watches, amused as she runs to and from the kitchen, skirts swishing as she turns on her heels. Thorin had rented out a house for a few days. They all needed it. Some more so than others.

Hushed whispers, well hushed for dwarfs, erupted from the table as the sweet smell of pastries wafted in from the kitchen. “I was wonderin’ what the lil’ lass was doing in there.” Bofur chuckles out as y/n emerges from the kitchen, arms full of pies.

Her cheeks were flushed a cherry red, flour was spread across her upper brow. Y/n grins. “I-I thought I would make something.” She sets the tins down on the table as she grabs a fistfull of her skirt. “For all of you.” Bofur grins wildly as Kili comes jumping out of nowhere.

Kili’s arm wraps around y/n’s small waist. “Now isn’t this a nice surprise to walk into!” He jerks his back as he catches sight of Dwalins glare. “Heh.” He grabs a tin and rins off with it, Bombers face falls as the pie is taken straight from under his nose. Y/n huffs and places her hands on her hips.

“Kili! Put that back right now!” The brown haired dwarf smirks, a mischievous glint in his brown eyes as he holds the pie high in the air.

“Make me lass. Lets us see what you can do.” Only to lose that grin as a rolling pin smacks him in the back of the head.

“Inconsiderate little tart.” Y/n’s cheeks flushed red as she placed it back on the table. The rest of the dwarfs laughing as Kili nurses the back of his head. Dwalin watches the others interact, all of them digging into the pies with glee. The young princes had sandwiched y/n between them. All gentle laughter and flirting. Dwalin could feel jealousy rearing its ugly head.

He has liked her for a while now. Loving the small things that she would do. The way she would treat the youngest in the group with gentle hands and a soft smile. The way she would hum softly to herself as she cooked or the way her hips swayed side to side as she walked. He adored it when she would get flustered and bite her lower lip. The way she stuttered and fumbled whenever she tried to speak.

Fili smirks as y/n laughs behind her hand before saying something that has her blushing beat red and smacking his upper arm. All with a smile on her face. Dwalin growls, hand tightening on the grip of his axe. Balin chuckles and leans backwards as his brother makes an ubrupt exit out side. The laughing stops.“D-Dwalin?” Y/n rises from the table with a half hearted excuse, a few knowing looks are thrown around the room as she leaves.

The door opens and closes with a quiet click as y/n makes her way outside. Her red skirts fluttering around her ankles as she tries to catch up with the bald dwarf. Dwalin stops next to the stables and looks over his shoulder. “Go back inside lass. Ye don’t need ta be out here.” She huffs, cheeks blowing out as she does so. Her hands fall onto her hips as her lips purse into a straight line. All of it enduring to the gruff dwarf.

“I’ll go back only when you t-tell me what’s wrong.” Dwalin shakes his head and steps into the stables, ignoring the snickering of the horses as he seats himself on a low shelf.

“Go back and flirt with your princes some more lass. There is nothing here for you but the gruffness of an old bear.” She scowls and crosses her arms under her chest.

“Is this what this is about. Are you jealous?” Dwalin snorts as he crosses his arms.

“Hard to be jealous of what ye don’t have lassie.” Y/n smiles.

“And what if you did?” Dwalin arches a bushy brow.

“What would you be going on about?” Y/n looks down at the floor and folds her arms behind her back as she scuffs the floor with the tip of her boot. Dwalin chuckles as he pushes himself off of the shelf before standing in front on the girl.

He places two fingers under her chin and tilts her head upwards. A faint pink dusts across the bridge of her nose. “Well. I. I uh?” Her head tilts down as her brow scrunches in frustration. “Oh Mahal.” Dwalin chuckles, a deep resonating sound from deep inside his chest.

“I am starting to think.” Dwalin begins as he cups her cheek in order to look at wide eyes. “That you have the same feelings that I hold for you.” The redness is all the answer he needs before he brings his lips to hers. Y/n squeaks before warping her arms around his neck and standing on the tips of her toes. They grin and pull back.

“Well.” Y/n gasps out. “I think I can guess what my dessert will be.” Dwalin growls and lifts her up as she wraps her legs around his broad waist. He sits her on the shelf, one hand sliding up into her dress and up her leg.

“Indeed amarlimê.” He whispers into her ear. “And I bet you are sweet as the sugar you so often eat.” He pulls her into another passionate kiss. Teeth clashing together as it becomes more heated. Hands twine into hair as another roams a soft and delicate body. Cloths are flung across the room as y/n is picked up once more an laid down on a pile of hay. Delicate kises are trailed down creamy skin as inaudible sigh passes between red lips. “You, my dear. Are as sweet as sugar.”

It was a few hours later before the others come looking for the two. Balin being the first to find them. The new couple where a pile of limbs underneath Dwalins furs. A dark red dress hanging from the side of a stall all the telling the old dwarf needs before backing out and closing the doors.

“It was about time brother.”