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I know I haven’t posted much on here recently but please don’t hesitate to request any prompts! I always have time for those!
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Okay but why has that little writing goblin in my brain been telling me to write some gay or lesbian romance? Like I know I’m gay af but WHY NOW!?
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I wanted to apologize for not posting recently. I’m applying to the EMT academy and I’ve been studying like crazy to pass the entrance exams. Hopefully once my schedule evens out it’ll be back to posting.
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Hmm okay it took me a minute to find the best one to post that doesn’t give away too much.
Fiadh is slowly pushed to the back of the group as Thorin steps forward to speak to Elrond. She huffs and crosses her arms, knowing that the dwarves were trying to protect her but still annoyed. Just as she’s about to open her mouth to make her presence known, something collides into her side and knocks her to the ground with a grunt. The dwarves, startled, spin around with weapons raised to find a human child on the ground with Fiadh.
This is from chapter 4 of Worlds Apart. Who could the child be? 🧐🧐 No idea who to tag unfortunately lol
Last Line Game
Not my original post. Just that the first post had some NSFW content that I don’t necessarily like.
Rules: Post the last line you wrote (from any WIP) and tag the same number of people as there are words.
Lindir, not one anymore to particularly be submissive, deferred to him immediately, making the show of his hands as he approached.
Thank you to @my-marvel-musings for the tag. No pressure tags to @bonjour-rainycity @guardianofrivendell @elvish-sky @moriamithril and anyone else who wants to play.
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Oh my goodness thank you! 💜😭
Hi! I love ur writing so much!! Could I request Fili x reader with the prompt #26 and #27?
A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get to this, I had some writers block for a minute while writing this. Thank you so much for liking my writing and requesting. Please feel free to request anything whenever you think of it! I love being able to write out what people want to read.
Pairing: Fili x Reader
Word Count: 1376
Warnings: Fluff and one mild curse word
Rivendell is a beautiful place, full of grace and elegance, and you can understand why Bilbo is so entranced. However, unfortunately, grace and elegance are not words typically used to describe you and every second spent in this place is a reminder of that. Beautiful elves wearing majestic dresses and intricate hairstyles wander around as you, in your dirtied boots, tunic and slacks attempt to pull twigs out of your unruly (h/c) hair as an elf maiden leads you toward a room to get cleaned up.
“Hopefully soon I’ll be able to blend in at least a little more,” you think to yourself.
After thoroughly scrubbing your skin and hair clean of the offending dirt, you reluctantly exit the warm bath. You have to admit that, after bathing in rivers and streams, a warm bath feels heavenly. Your thoughts are interrupted at the realization that your clothes are nowhere to be seen. In their place is a beautiful (f/c) dress that, as you put it on, you notice is too long for your short stature. Stupidly tall elves.
“I see you found the gown left for you. Unfortunately your clothes were far too dirty to be washed, but replacement clothing will be delivered to you after the meal,” chimes a light voice behind you.
Spinning around, you find the elf maiden that had led you here.
“Would you like help with your hair,” she asks.
Nodding, she leads you to a vanity where she begins intricately braiding your hair with delicate fingers. As she goes on, your head feels heavier and a slight ache begins to form from the extravagant style atop your head. After some time, she steps back and motions for you to follow. Once again, she leads you through the halls of Rivendell. Getting closer to where the meal is taking place, you can hear the ruckus of the dwarves you had come to love and a smile forms on your lips.
That smile instantly drops, however, when you enter the room and the dwarves go silent when they see you. Awkwardly, you go to move toward the empty chair left for you, when you step on the hem of the borrowed gown. You stumble, expecting to fall, when a pair of arms reaches out to catch you and you look up into the blue eyes of the eldest prince. The dwarves laugh and go back to their conversations while you righten yourself, a blush spreading across your (s/c) cheeks.
“Sorry! This stupid dress is far too long and obviously I’m unaccustomed to wearing dresses recently since we’ve been traveling so I stepped on the hem and my hair is way too heavy so that didn’t help me regain my balance,” you ramble quickly.
“Good thing I was here to sweep you off your feet then,” chuckles Fili as he pulls your chair out.
The meal, as with any meal with the dwarves, is rowdy and full of loud voices and even louder laughter. Your group travels from the meal area to where you will be sleeping that night. You’re met there by the elf maiden offering you new travel clothes which you gladly accept. After a quick change out of that damned dress, you meet back up with the dwarves where they’re celebrating under the night sky.
“Now that looks more like the lass we’ve been traveling with,” calls Dwalin, alerting the others to your presence.
“I feel more like the lass you’ve been traveling with,” you laugh.
Walking to the remaining open seat, you look up at the sky and take a deep breath. You can hear the loud laughter of the dwarves, the smell of the fire they have going, the feel of the cool night air on your face. This feels much more natural, more calming, than a meal with elves and dresses and fancy hair. It makes you itch to explore, to wander around under the stars.
“I think I’m going to walk around for a little while. Enjoy the calm while it lasts,” you state as you stand, making your way toward the garden.
“I’ll join you. A maiden shouldn’t wander alone at night,” says Fili.
“Yes because I haven’t made it clear enough with the orcs and trolls that I can hold my own should some unfortunate man try anything,” you laugh.
“May Mahal help the poor soul that does that,” agrees Fili.
As you wander deeper into the garden, the more the ache in your head grows. You may have changed into better clothes, but you had forgotten to undo the complicated hairstyle you had been given. Sighing, you begin picking at it, attempting to undo it and failing as you have no idea what had been done.
“How do elves wear their hair like this all the time? My head feels heavy and is beginning to ache and I can’t figure out these confounded knots without pulling my hair out,” you rant, practically growling at the growing mess atop your head.
Fili is quiet for a moment and you assume he had just rolled his eyes at your outburst. He then stops, gently grabs your arm, and clears his throat. You notice he seems a little awkward.
“I could help if you’d like. I mean, if it would make you uncomfortable, I can go find an elf maiden to help, but since I’m here and it’s bothering you I just thought I could help,” he rambles.
He had spoken so quickly that you almost couldn’t understand what he said but, after a moment, a blush erupts on your face.
“Isn’t touching someone’s hair something intimate in dwarven customs,” you ask quietly.
“Yes and I was planning on asking this in a better way so I wouldn’t trip over my words, but obviously I’m not doing very well with that so maybe while I’m helping you undo your hair, I could braid this in at the same time,” he rushes.
He extends his hand and, in his palm, lies a silver bead with a design carved into it. It takes you a moment before you remember Balin teaching you about courtship beads and how a dwarf will braid one into the hair of their intended. Realization dawns on you that he’s not simply asking to help with your hair, but that he wants to court you. You! Can dwarves even court someone outside their race? Can someone from the line of Durin, royalty, do that?
“What would Thorin say? And Kili? I’ve not even met your mother yet, what would she think,” you ask.
“I already spoke to Uncle Thorin and he approved of the idea after some talking. Kili’s been trying to convince me to court you from the moment we stepped into Bilbo’s home,” he explains.
Reaching out, you touch the cool metal of the bead.
“I was hoping you would do this since then as well,” you mutter, looking up to meet his eyes.
He smiles and gently begins untangling your hair. When he can finally run his fingers through smoothly, he turns you to face him once again. Taking a small portion of hair at your temple, he begins braiding it. Eventually, you see the silver bead glinting in the moonlight, accented by your (h/c) hair.
His hand slides across your face, leading you to meet his eyes. His thumb runs across your cheekbone, down to your lower lip, and he smiles at you.
“You’re beautiful, you know that,” he whispers.
Before you can do much more than blush, his lips meet yours. His kiss is soft, gentle, and full of love. You don’t doubt what you mean to him in this moment.
As you two part for air, something above you catches your eye. Looking up, you smile as you see a streak of light pass in the sky, reminding you of when you were little and would wish upon them.
“Shooting star! Make a wish,” you laugh as you point it out.
Fili looks from the star back to the bead glinting in your hair, seeming to glow a similar color as the stars above you, and smiles lovingly at you.
“I already have what I would wish for,” he murmurs, kissing you once again.
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Omg thank you! That means a lot!
Hi! I love ur writing so much!! Could I request Fili x reader with the prompt #26 and #27?
A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get to this, I had some writers block for a minute while writing this. Thank you so much for liking my writing and requesting. Please feel free to request anything whenever you think of it! I love being able to write out what people want to read.
Pairing: Fili x Reader
Word Count: 1376
Warnings: Fluff and one mild curse word
Rivendell is a beautiful place, full of grace and elegance, and you can understand why Bilbo is so entranced. However, unfortunately, grace and elegance are not words typically used to describe you and every second spent in this place is a reminder of that. Beautiful elves wearing majestic dresses and intricate hairstyles wander around as you, in your dirtied boots, tunic and slacks attempt to pull twigs out of your unruly (h/c) hair as an elf maiden leads you toward a room to get cleaned up.
“Hopefully soon I’ll be able to blend in at least a little more,” you think to yourself.
After thoroughly scrubbing your skin and hair clean of the offending dirt, you reluctantly exit the warm bath. You have to admit that, after bathing in rivers and streams, a warm bath feels heavenly. Your thoughts are interrupted at the realization that your clothes are nowhere to be seen. In their place is a beautiful (f/c) dress that, as you put it on, you notice is too long for your short stature. Stupidly tall elves.
“I see you found the gown left for you. Unfortunately your clothes were far too dirty to be washed, but replacement clothing will be delivered to you after the meal,” chimes a light voice behind you.
Spinning around, you find the elf maiden that had led you here.
“Would you like help with your hair,” she asks.
Nodding, she leads you to a vanity where she begins intricately braiding your hair with delicate fingers. As she goes on, your head feels heavier and a slight ache begins to form from the extravagant style atop your head. After some time, she steps back and motions for you to follow. Once again, she leads you through the halls of Rivendell. Getting closer to where the meal is taking place, you can hear the ruckus of the dwarves you had come to love and a smile forms on your lips.
That smile instantly drops, however, when you enter the room and the dwarves go silent when they see you. Awkwardly, you go to move toward the empty chair left for you, when you step on the hem of the borrowed gown. You stumble, expecting to fall, when a pair of arms reaches out to catch you and you look up into the blue eyes of the eldest prince. The dwarves laugh and go back to their conversations while you righten yourself, a blush spreading across your (s/c) cheeks.
“Sorry! This stupid dress is far too long and obviously I’m unaccustomed to wearing dresses recently since we’ve been traveling so I stepped on the hem and my hair is way too heavy so that didn’t help me regain my balance,” you ramble quickly.
“Good thing I was here to sweep you off your feet then,” chuckles Fili as he pulls your chair out.
The meal, as with any meal with the dwarves, is rowdy and full of loud voices and even louder laughter. Your group travels from the meal area to where you will be sleeping that night. You’re met there by the elf maiden offering you new travel clothes which you gladly accept. After a quick change out of that damned dress, you meet back up with the dwarves where they’re celebrating under the night sky.
“Now that looks more like the lass we’ve been traveling with,” calls Dwalin, alerting the others to your presence.
“I feel more like the lass you’ve been traveling with,” you laugh.
Walking to the remaining open seat, you look up at the sky and take a deep breath. You can hear the loud laughter of the dwarves, the smell of the fire they have going, the feel of the cool night air on your face. This feels much more natural, more calming, than a meal with elves and dresses and fancy hair. It makes you itch to explore, to wander around under the stars.
“I think I’m going to walk around for a little while. Enjoy the calm while it lasts,” you state as you stand, making your way toward the garden.
“I’ll join you. A maiden shouldn’t wander alone at night,” says Fili.
“Yes because I haven’t made it clear enough with the orcs and trolls that I can hold my own should some unfortunate man try anything,” you laugh.
“May Mahal help the poor soul that does that,” agrees Fili.
As you wander deeper into the garden, the more the ache in your head grows. You may have changed into better clothes, but you had forgotten to undo the complicated hairstyle you had been given. Sighing, you begin picking at it, attempting to undo it and failing as you have no idea what had been done.
“How do elves wear their hair like this all the time? My head feels heavy and is beginning to ache and I can’t figure out these confounded knots without pulling my hair out,” you rant, practically growling at the growing mess atop your head.
Fili is quiet for a moment and you assume he had just rolled his eyes at your outburst. He then stops, gently grabs your arm, and clears his throat. You notice he seems a little awkward.
“I could help if you’d like. I mean, if it would make you uncomfortable, I can go find an elf maiden to help, but since I’m here and it’s bothering you I just thought I could help,” he rambles.
He had spoken so quickly that you almost couldn’t understand what he said but, after a moment, a blush erupts on your face.
“Isn’t touching someone’s hair something intimate in dwarven customs,” you ask quietly.
“Yes and I was planning on asking this in a better way so I wouldn’t trip over my words, but obviously I’m not doing very well with that so maybe while I’m helping you undo your hair, I could braid this in at the same time,” he rushes.
He extends his hand and, in his palm, lies a silver bead with a design carved into it. It takes you a moment before you remember Balin teaching you about courtship beads and how a dwarf will braid one into the hair of their intended. Realization dawns on you that he’s not simply asking to help with your hair, but that he wants to court you. You! Can dwarves even court someone outside their race? Can someone from the line of Durin, royalty, do that?
“What would Thorin say? And Kili? I’ve not even met your mother yet, what would she think,” you ask.
“I already spoke to Uncle Thorin and he approved of the idea after some talking. Kili’s been trying to convince me to court you from the moment we stepped into Bilbo’s home,” he explains.
Reaching out, you touch the cool metal of the bead.
“I was hoping you would do this since then as well,” you mutter, looking up to meet his eyes.
He smiles and gently begins untangling your hair. When he can finally run his fingers through smoothly, he turns you to face him once again. Taking a small portion of hair at your temple, he begins braiding it. Eventually, you see the silver bead glinting in the moonlight, accented by your (h/c) hair.
His hand slides across your face, leading you to meet his eyes. His thumb runs across your cheekbone, down to your lower lip, and he smiles at you.
“You’re beautiful, you know that,” he whispers.
Before you can do much more than blush, his lips meet yours. His kiss is soft, gentle, and full of love. You don’t doubt what you mean to him in this moment.
As you two part for air, something above you catches your eye. Looking up, you smile as you see a streak of light pass in the sky, reminding you of when you were little and would wish upon them.
“Shooting star! Make a wish,” you laugh as you point it out.
Fili looks from the star back to the bead glinting in your hair, seeming to glow a similar color as the stars above you, and smiles lovingly at you.
“I already have what I would wish for,” he murmurs, kissing you once again.
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Working on chapter 2 of Worlds Apart. I’d like some opinions. Who should Fiadh get “family” close to? Bofur/Bifur/Bombur? Dwalin/Balin? She’s definitely going to be close to Fili and Kili.
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While waiting for the next chapter of spitfire, here’s chapter 1 of a new story called worlds apart!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/29362674/chapters/72128088
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I’m sorry I haven’t posted another chapter for a little while, I’ve been struggling with some stuff recently. My doctors put me on some meds that are messing up my system so it’s been difficult to focus. I’m working on it, slowly but surely though!
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Fiancé: I got a pen. *hands me the pen* It’s me proof. Try to disassemble it.
Me: *immediately begins to disassemble it with ease*
Fiancé: ………stop that.
😂😂
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