Hot crossed buns- DwalinxReader

1. A booming business

A booming business

A/N Thoughts will be in plain italics....

The cake in the image is similar to the one I had in my head for this story.

A little background before starting this story.

 The reader Y/N is 114, Erebor never fell and is prospering after Thror died due to his gold sickness RIP Thror. Thorin took the throne and the gold was used to benefit the kingdom and the ties with the elves and men of Dale. You have 1 older brother B/N who is a member of the guard, your parents passed 10 years ago leaving you their bakery. Fili and Kili are your best friends by the way and Kili still met Tauriel as she was a Mirkwood envoy and they're in love and happy.

Enough of my ramblings and i hope you enjoy!

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Amad always said, "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach, the sweeter the tooth the bigger the heart!"

Y/N L/N, the best baker and chocolatier in Erebor, was currently running late to open her bakery.

"Oh curse those Princes!" Grumbling under your breath you had managed to finish cleaning up their mess and caught a quick nap before opening your eyes to see you'd be late for your own appointment.

For years now the two young princes pranks annoyed you to no end, no deed was too funny or messy for them. And you being the good dam you are cleaned up after every single one. This is what you get for being friends with them both!

This time they had managed to muddle every single book in the great library, and also move every book shelf to the opposite side of the room, making A-Z .... Well Z-A.

You had managed to push each bookcase back in order and get the books back to their appropriate section. The young scribe Ori would no doubt have been fired if Balin and the book keeper found it in that state.

Poor young Ori, he was too sweet to suffer that.

Running through the crowds on the upper level Erebor you planned your route, your bakery was only a floor below after all. The huge kingdom glowed in a particularly bright green today, as lanterns floated on each level to signify an event.... The years celebration of King Thorin's crowning. An event that you are catering in the sweet treats department.

4000 lemon and jam tarts, 1000 sweet chocolate tear and share breads, 800 blackberry pies (Thorin's favourite) and 300 other pies in varied flavours all made by your small team of 5.

You slaved for 2 days straight and last night SHOULD have been the night you put the topper on the cake. A multi layered Dark Durin blue geometric cake with the kings emblem hand carved in to the sides and inlaid in edible silver food paint.... And then those brothers happened, you huffed rather unladylike as you used one of the market carts to spring yourself on to a lantern string.

You found the final decoration for the cake in the book marked 'Axes and how to care for them'. The stupid brothers stole it from you and this is how you ended up fixing the library....

Note to self make sure to tell Dis and ban the boys from the jam tarts.

The kings emblem was a flat rune of pure mithril, adorned in sapphire and diamond that has to stand on top of the cake, and you only had 10 minutes to open up the shop, change and put it on before the catering crew for tonight's ball came to cart it all away. Did i mention the PRINCESS WAS INSPECTING THE CAKE TOO?

Floating down clinging on to you lantern you saw your bakery, it as open!

That could only mean that your right hand man Gridi had opened for you, perfect, one job down, just to change and put the topper on.

Hopping and rolling off the lantern to the path you sprinted in to the shop, bursting through the door, dress whirling around you as you cried-

"Gridi get the ladder ready! I have the topper!"

As fast as a whip you bolted past your right hand man in to your office to change. You adorned your pale blue dress and apron and quickly shoved your braids in to a bun.

"The boys at it again Y/N?" he chuckled under his greying beard, spectacles too small for his round warm face.

"They messed up the library! I swear Princess Dis will hear about this! No tarts for them! Why I am friends with them... gah they could prank me any other time but why nowwwwww~" You huffed, emblem in hand as you left your office and hopped on to the step ladder. Finished, the cake was truly that of a king.

Smiling you turned to join Gridi in the shop front only for your smile to falter, in your panic you had bustled past a table with the very lady you spoke of sat there, her face amused and eyes alight with a silent laughter at the mention of her sons mischief. The princess wore a rich Durin blue gown, her black hair flowing like ink past her shoulders, braids signifying her rank in intertwined within, her faint muttonchop beard groomed back beautifully. Joined at the table with her majesty is chief advisor Balin, a kind older fellow that loved your sugar puffed patries, chief cook Bombur and... oh Mahal no not him.

Balins brother, Dwalin son of Fudin.

Captain of the guard, personal bodyguard to the King himself, heck COUSIN of the King himself and....

The love of your life. If you ever believed someone to be YOUR One... It was him. The tattoos, the muscle, the love of sugar that rivaled even yours. He was brave, strong and perfect.

He was the reason you were decreed royal baker, nearly 7 years of loyal patronage by the Fudin brothers love of your hot crossed buns caught Dis attention. She arrived one day trying your almond lattices and she was hooked. Thorin eventually came in and tried your blackberry pie with homemade cream. Hook, line and sinker. The Durins became loyal customers, and your friendship began with the princes Fili and Kili.

Even after 10 years worth of fawning over the bear of a dwarf, and he still held your attention. Like the Arkenstone itself standing before you, he was the 1 thing your eyes focused on, every time. No matter what.

Your eyes widened and your mouth felt like a dragon had dried it out, a slow creeping blush adorned your face and no doubt nose. Dis shook her head, knowing exactly who caused that and ventured to the kitchen.

"It is exquisite, the cake, my dear Lady Y/N. Truly I believe it is better now the emblem is in its proper place, I am sorry my sons have plagued you so, and I will inform the book keeper at once. Bombur, get the cakes back to the main hall please, Fili and Kili are not to receive or touch any tarts understood? And Lady Y/N... I have a gift in your quarters, your attendance is key at this ball, close up in one hour as my ladies in waiting are going to help you look your best. Bring your dancing feet! "

She leaned in close and pressed the agreed payment for the order in to your hand, the sons Fudin helping Bombur too distracted to hear her say in a low tone.

"You may even get a dance with your beloved." She winked and flitted out the door with the last tray of bread to go on the carts.

You steadied yourself on the counter, everything silent and still, until you jumped up laughing heartily with glee- your team joining you in laughter and a group hug. Your crush on the Mohawked Fudinson was no secret, Mahal even Fili, Kili, Thorin- everyone BUT Dwalin knew of your feelings. 10 years was enough to wait, 3 years of serving the royal family and Dis had invited you to the ball.!

Finally you would be recognised for who you are! Y/N L/N would be able to stand out in a pretty dress and dancing with her friends, instead of stuttering blushing good mornings to the guard who without fail bought 2 cherry lattices for himself and a sticky bun for your brother every morning. No more flour on your face, no more syrups and honey staining you petticoats!

You had a chance to impress him!

Cracking out the hot chocolate (only for special celebrations) you shut up the shop early for the team to relax and recover from the hard work, time for a small party here before tonight. You thought gleefully.