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Self FicRec - Feb. 2023
Thanks @blairsanne for the tag!
Rules: Recommended us 3 of your fics. 1 that is the "most popular" and 2 that you consider as "hidden gems."
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Most popular:
According to Ao3 How We Live Now is the most popular in terms of hits by a long ways but it does have 149 chapters. Stitches has 2 more subscriptions than HWLN, but about 1/3 of the “hits,” but it does have multiple parts grouped in the series.
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Hidden gems: AKA stories that I had a lot of fun writing, but appear pretty low when my Ao3 stories are sorted by hits.
Wintergreen - Just a bit of Christmas / Winter Holidays spirit. Can be Fili & Kili or Fili/Kili depending on how you want to read it. I just love the concept of the story.
Seeing Shadows - 14k of a Fili/Kili Arthurian AU that nobody asked for with Fili as Arthur and Kili as Merlin/Lady of the Lake. Warning for ambiguous ending. This one has gotten a high ratio of comments to hits, but I think the niche subject makes it more “hidden.”
The Wild Hunt - A Fili/Kili Faerie kidnapping with Fili as a Fae on a big black motorbike. Utter nonsense. But I had fun writing it.
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No pressure tags: @alwaysfarawayeyes, and anyone else who wants a go! Most people I would tag have already been tagged. 🧡
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Thanks @zesteea for tagging me. I love things like this. Top ten songs I’ve been bopping to recently — just went off what Spotify said.
I wanna tag @margaret-rhee @sparky2295 @sarcastic-mfer @psychoticauthor and anyone else who wants to! Again, I love these.
#me#personal#music#Taylor swift#Fleetwood Mac#Trixie Mattel#DragonForce#FireCityFunk#iron & wine#miki fiki#Julien baker#motion city soundtrack#Harry styles#Spotify#tag
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Kink Bingo and H/C Bingo 2024: Start!
Aaaaaand we're off!
Both the Kink Bingo Card and H/C Bingo Card are now up!
Kink Bingo Collection | H/C Bingo Collection
I repeat, this is not a drill…
Please note that due to how AO3 formats its header, the card may appear repeated multiple times, but there is only one card for each bingo. There’s no way to fix that.
Also, we have re-used some of the prompts from previous years to supplement fresh ones, in case there was some un-finished content lurking around in people's folders...
Quick reminder of the rules:
Usual pairings apply: FiKi or any fictional pairing portrayed by Dean or Aidan.
Tag your warnings and kinks R E L I G I O U S L Y
No kink-shaming or judgement, please. We are all grown-ups: don’t like, don’t read.
There are no word limits
Do not ‘de-anon’ until the end of the event (or at all)
The rest of the rules here - please read before playing!
Enjoy ~
gatheringfiki
#GF's Kink Bingo 2024#GF's H/C Bingo 2024#Fili/Kili#FiKi#Durincest#the Hobbit#Mitchers#Britchell#DarkHawk
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[Fiki/britchell/darkhawk/many aidan/dean] The thought of you... it's never consuming me.
In all worlds, they found each other and fell in love with each other. Maybe Anders was not sure about it at first, and felt consuming that who was Mitchell's true love. But finally, it will never consume him anymore.
relationship: fiki, britchell, darkhawk, Philip/Mark, Russell/luke, leonardo/iolaus(i want to make some ioluke at first, but it's pity that there's no suitable sences) and many aidan/dean...(many unfixed relationships)
Colour means the past and Anders' imagination. Fading means now.
Actually, the reason I made this fanvid is that I saw another fanvid about Aidan/everyone and Mitchell/George with tagging britchell and darkhawk. In that fanvid, Mitchell is not even in love with Anders! I can't stand to see either of them treated like a tool, so I made this one.
They must love each other most!
#dean o'gorman#aidan turner#fili#kili#aidean#britchell#anders johnson#john mitchell#fiki#darkhawk#fanvid
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Hey!
Just wanted to say 'thank you' for all your wonderful tags and comments on my (ancient) art posts - they really meant the world to me. I have been travelling continuously for the past year and only just got back home, s those little fragments of 'normality' like Tumblr reblogs were really important to me as my connection to home.
I'm glad you enjoy my art. I would like to get back to drawing again - I still have a good number of unpublished or unfinished artwork, but my life over the last few years just hasn't had the space to accomodate drawing, especially as each piece used to take me literally weeks and months. Frankly, I'm not sure how I was ever finding that much time in the first place!
BUT! I think I have changed in the last year, I think my life and its priorities have changed, the fandom has definitely changed, and I need to spend some time working out what that means for the format in which I indulge my love for FiKi (which has never ended or even diminished in any way). I know writing is easier for me to fit in between my other commitments these days than drawing, but I also know that I can do anything I want, if I'm determined enough. So stay tuned, I guess.
Anyway, it's lovely to see a new face around and to get some content consumer feedback! I hope you'll enjoy our little corner of this crazy website known as Tumblr!
Uhhhh... Hi!!
Sorry for the late answer lol 😅 Anyways you're welcome you're welcome!
And WOW a whole year of traveling? That sounds so exciting, I'm happy for you! Hope you enjoyed your travels and had plenty of time to rest and settle back in afterwards~
It's very nice to have you back 🤍 (or well we didn't know each other before so maybe I should say 'nice to meet you'?) ... In any case I'm really excited for any future fics / photosets / etc. that you're gonna create! And if you ever find the time for drawing again that'd be absolutely wonderful too, but ofc no pressure if it doesn't fit your schedule!
Also thank you for the welcome; that's very kind. After a year of just lurking around I've been more active in the fandom for like 3 months now, and so far I really love it here!
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it's interesting being in wildly different music fanbases. i saw someone apologize for calling a guy a twink and im in the tags of pictures like mi volas lange fiki vian umbilikon
#its white noise#listen. just dont go to them and be a freak#private freakishness#also in that person's defense: i dont think the guy's a twink#too much meat
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Tagged by @kindalikerackham a week ago whoops 😅 Turns out my repeat playlist is just made up of my more recent songs on my Liked playlist!
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Rules: shuffle your repeat playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag ten people
1. Passing Through by Miki Fiki
2. Life by Gen Hoshino
3. HELP by Joe Hertler & the Rainbow Seekers
(Discovered when I saw them perform about a month ago!)
4. 踊り子 by Vaundy
5. Orbit by Good Kid
6. OKALRIGHTISEEYOU by Nic Hanson
(This one just has such good vibes, it feels like Going Out music)
7. AmEN! by Bring Me The Horizon
8. RISK, RISK, RISK! by Jhariah
9. Funny Little Thing by The Golf Club
10. A Lesson In Dramatics by Save Face, Jhariah
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Not tagging 10 people and don’t feel pressured to if you don’t want to, but I always love to learn about new music :)
@fictionrecipe @tailless-whale @softyiwa
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spell out your url using song titles and then tag the number of letters in it
tagged by @thatiwouldbe and @backslashdelta ! these are all from my spotify likes because otherwise that's a lot of mental power I don't have hahaha
k icks - miki fiki
a madeus - bravestation
r un away with me - carly rae jepsen
o ut of my mind - the killers (criminally underrated song btw)
f ingers crossed - coin
s till sound - toro y moi
k iss me - sixpence none the richer
y our best american girl - mitski
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tagged by @lucymonster
last song: Stranger - Miki Fiki.
currently watching: my sibling and I are making our way through CSI. last night we finished s10 e19, World's End. really enjoying Lawrence Fishburne as Dr Ray Langston.
I'm also watching Pokemon Advanced Battle, I'm a few episodes into the Ever Grande Tournament
currently reading: nothing, actually! I've read a lot of fanfic recently, but nothing currently and I haven't read a book (for an age group older than 8) in a little bit.
current obsession: Tears of the Kingdom, and my current crochet project. I'm about halfway through a cardigan for my grandfather.
iiiii'm not gonna tag anyone but if you like these things feel free to go for it and tag me
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I know things
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/SxLf5si
by Metztlilua
Essentially, Anders gives Mitchell a blow job but my righteous ass couldn’t write it without some stuff at the beginning (so mild porn and boring stuff at the beginning)
Written for Gathering fiki’s 12 days of Christmas event and first (second?) public smut I think
Words: 1974, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 3 of 12 days of christmas 2022 (GF)
Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Almighty Johnsons, Being Human (UK)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Underage
Categories: M/M
Characters: Anders Johnson, John Mitchell (Being Human UK)
Relationships: Anders Johnson & John Mitchell (Being Human UK)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Being Human (UK) Fusion, underage Anders, Consensual Underage Sex, Underage - Freeform, Blow Jobs, Public Blow Jobs, Porn Without Plot, Porn With Plot, Why Did I Write This?, terribly written fanfic, fanfic of some sorts, school au, mitchell is a good teacher, something about candy
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/SxLf5si
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candy canes and fairy lights
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/CxvZXgT
by Metztlilua
one where Anders really LOVES christmas and wanted to visit a christmas village as a kid but never got to; finally as an adult he goes and mitcell works there as a side job for watever reason and finds Anders showing up alone for tree days straight is pretty sketchy. the rest is juts some fluff
Words: 3977, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien, Being Human (UK), The Almighty Johnsons, The Almighty Johnsons RPF
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Anders Johnson, John Mitchell (Being Human UK)
Relationships: Anders Johnson/John Mitchell (Being Human UK), Anders Johnson & John Mitchell (Being Human UK)
Additional Tags: Christmas fic, gathering fiki, 12 Days of Christmas, FInally not angst, Romantic Fluff, Domestic, Christmas fair, Christmas Fluff
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/CxvZXgT
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Coming soon: Kink Bingo and H/C Bingo 2024!
Something kinky this way comes... (and it's probably limping).
Yes, very soon we will be back with our most daring events of the season: the Kink Bingo and the H/C (Hurt/Comfort) Bingo! With the Valentines Day just around the corner, it's time to charge up your toys, prep your bandages and generally brace yourselves for a delicious avalanche of guilt-free indulgence!
As usual, we will be running those 2 events in paraller, so you can take part in both, switch between the two, or take part in just one, and totally ignore the other. They are unrelated to each other.
Basics:
We have 2 Collections: Kink Bingo and H/C Bingo
In each of those, on the 17th of Feb, the prompts are going to be revealed, on a 7x7 card.
We are playing between 17th of February and 17th of March.
Your task is to create something for 7 consecutive fields (horizontally, vertically or diagonally) to achieve a bingo line.
... Or not. We really have no way of checking who’s completing which line, so you can use it as a free-for-all, pick and choose prompt board, if you prefer. But it’s good to challenge yourself and attempt prompts you wouldn’t normally pick - you may be surprised to find you like it!
Both Collections are fully Anonymous and will remain that way forever. However, you may choose to ‘reveal’ yourself as the author and ‘claim’ your work, if you wish at the end of this event. You don’t have to. More about this below.
Usual pairings apply: FiKi or any fictional pairing portrayed by Dean or Aidan.
Tag your warnings and kinks R E L I G I O U S L Y.
No kink-shaming or judgement, please. We are all grown-ups: don’t like, don’t read.
There are no word limits
Play as little or as much as you like; you can even attempt all 49 fields, if you wish.
This event is mostly aimed at Writers, but Artists can also take part. More about this below.
Gatheringfiki will be doing our best to post links to all new responses during this event here on Tumblr (for exposure and promotion), but your freshest stuff is always in the Collections.
Q&A section under the cut:
Q: But why run those two bingos together?
A: The common theme for these events is that they cover subjects that could be considered ‘guilty pleasures’ or ‘taboo’. We wanted to create a safe environment where these themes can be explored and shared. Plus, they will have identical rules, so it didn’t make sense to run another Bingo event, with a different theme, later in the year.
Q: Do I need to post each response in a separate work or can I have a single work with chapters?
A: We would suggest separate works, because it will make it easier for you to tag it appropriately, and for the readers to search for, or avoid.
Q: Can I create one thing (story or art) for multiple fields in a single bingo card?
A: You can, but we would encourage you not to. The aim of this event is to create as much new content as we can and that doesn’t help it. Having said that, we understand that sometimes brain just connects things and it wants a combo.
Q: Can I create one thing (story or art) that covers both a Kink and H/C scenario?
A: You can, but we would encourage you not to. See: above.
Q: Can I mix and match pairings, e.g. within a single line have 4 FiKi and 3 Britchell?
A: Yes.
Q: Can I create more than one response to a single prompt field, for example for different pairings?
A: Yes, just post them as separate works.
Q: Can I use a prompt that someone else has already used before me?
A: Absolutely.
Q: Can I somehow visualise which line I’m working on, or which prompts I managed to fill?
A: Sure. Feel free to copy the Bingo Card image and start marking off the ones you’ve done. You can then post your updated Bingo Card picture with each response.
Q: Can I comment on the works posted in the Collections?
A: Yes, please do! If you wish to comment anonymously though, you’ll need to log out of your account first and comment as Anon, or open the story in a private tab. The Collection won’t anonymise the commenter’s identity automatically.
Q: How does the ‘Anon’ thing work?
A: The author is displayed as ‘Anonymous’ to everyone, except you. Yes, this includes the mods - we don’t know either. If you wish to respond to your comments, it will automatically show as ‘Anonymous Creator’.
Q: When can I ‘claim’ my works and ‘de-anon’?
A: Please only do this after the event has ended, i.e. after the summary post has gone up. The guessing is part of the fun!
Q: How can I ‘claim’ my works and ‘de-anon’?
A: Simply message @linane-art with the works that are yours and you wish to 'reveal' now. As a mod, I have a way of removing the anon status, while keeping the work in the Collection. It will automatically become your own work, like anything else, and you will not lose any kudos or comments. You may then choose to make an accompanying Tumblr post, if you wish to promote it.
Q: Do I have to ‘de-anon’ at the end of the event?
A: No. You can leave your works as anonymous forever, if you wish.
Q: I am an Artist and I would also like to take part.
A: Great! Fantastic! We’re all dying here to see it! However, because we all have our distinctive art styles, we can’t think of any way to keep you anonymous. If this doesn’t bother you, just play like everyone else, using artwork inspired by the prompts for your responses.
Q: But how to post artwork as a part of event response?
A: Post your artwork on Tumblr or host it elsewhere (Tumblr doesn’t like sexytimes, so it might try to block you). That will give you a hyperlink to the picture itself. Then create a new AO3 work within Kink or H/C Collection, and add a picture (using hyperlink) into the body of the work. If in doubt, message @linane-art for help.
Any further questions? Please give us a shout!
Good luck!
~gatheringfiki
#GF Kink Bingo 2024#GF H/C Bingo 2024#Fili/Kili#FiKi#Durincest#the Hobbit#Britchell#Mitchers#DarkHawk
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Your façade ruined Hallownest.
What have you left to say?
#fuck wl and tpk tbh#hollow knight#the hollow knight#hornet#pale king#the white lady#thk#pure vessel#my art#fiki tag#spirit
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FiKi Week Day 1 - Traveling to the Shire
Thank you @gatheringfiki for organizing this! I hope I manage to complete all days, excited to participate for the first time this year ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
Other Days:
Day 1 (+Bonus process video)
Day 2- After the Stone Giants
Day 3 - Staying with Beorn
Day 4 - Mirkwood Prison
Day 5 - Night time in Laketown
Day 6 - Before The Battle
Day 7 - After the Five Armies
#I'm sorry to tag you guys Idk if this was allowed or how it should go sdjkfg#Drawing horses was An Experience my guys#fikiweek2021#Fili#Kili#Fili/Kili#gatheringfiki#gabifalcaoart#my drawings#The Hobbit#durincest#I wish I could attach the video process i recorded but tumblr isn't loading even the gif of it....#FiKi
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Rules: Post the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.
Tagged by the wonderful @legolaslovely <3
Though he doesn’t turn, his magic lets him know that Thorin is right behind him.
Tagging: @linane-art, @dreams-of-wander, @patchworkideas, @silva-13, @morcanta, I don’t actually know/follow that many people yet :( so anyone that wants to do this, consider yourself tagged by me? :)
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Prisoner Part 2
For Gatheringfiki’s WINTER FRE 2022 Event
Going for physical or digital goodies :)
Prompt 36. A continuation of a long dormant fic, FiKi, rated Teen, talk of revolution, torture, Durincest
A/N: I wrote the first part of Prisoner during the WINTERFRE2020 challenge and it received lots of love! So here’s a second part for those who asked for more.
Summary: The times of Durin rule are ending, but Fili won’t go down without a fight. Kili was raised a revolutionary. But was he born one?
This part describes the various times Kili has seen Prince Fili throughout his life and includes a scene after he assists in Fili’s escape.
Part 1
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Kili can remember the first time he saw the Durin Prince. Or if the moment was a dream, as he’d often convinced himself it was, he can recall the first night his mind conjured the prince’s image.
He was finally old enough to go to the market with some of his guardians. At fifteen years of age, he was trusted to lie low and do as he was told while the dwarves who raised him haggled for the goods his village needed. While he had a mother back home, he didn’t exactly have a father, only dwarves who taught him to read and write, to fight for his life, and most importantly, to hate the monarchy. They were his guardians and some were kinder than others.
Luckily, Kili was sharp and he knew who to stay away from. So this day, when Buck led the group of dwarves to the market, Kili knew to linger towards the back, as far away from the cruel dwarf at the head as possible.
Still, Kili was thrilled to be tagging along. He’d previously only heard tales of the market from the older boys in the village. He’d heard of sweet cakes left on corners that were easy to snag as one walked by and cheap candies that even Kili had enough coin to purchase in good conscience. Even the dams, the ones who stood in dark corners and showed off extra skin were creatures Kili had heard tell of in his years.
What he didn’t know was the name of this nearby market. Kili wasn’t naive, he knew there were many in the lands around him, so he excitedly followed his crew through the forest until he stepped onto a wide cobblestone road that had been carved straight into the earth. He almost tripped at the sight before him.
“Erebor?” he said out loud.
“Where’d ya think we were goin’?” the dwarf in front of him asked. His name was Rava and he had always been kind to Kili.
Kili was given orders to stay where he was once the group had crossed under the entrance archway of the Market of Erebor. He’d been too busy staring at the Lonely Mountain ahead to notice Rava flick him an extra spending coin before he too disappeared with the rest of the dwarves. Kili barely noticed them leave.
Was this true? Had he lived all his life less than a league away from the Lonely Mountain of Erebor, where kings were raised and buried? How had no one told him? How had he not stumbled across it before? As he looked up at the wide expanse of it, up the parapets that reached into the clouds, he wondered how he’d never even seen it before. It seemed as if the Mountain of Erebor could have been spotted from any end of the earth. And yet, this was the first time he’d laid eyes on it.
As he ogled, he was shoved off to the side of the main road of the market.
“Get outa the way, lad!” someone growled.
Only then was Kili shaken from his stupor. Hundreds of dwarves and dams bustled around him, setting up their tents and stalls, giving out tokens and samples, or searching for the things they needed to purchase. This place seemed like a social outing as much as an errand to Kili. The people around him laughed and gambled, shouted and gossiped. He could find every end of the spectrum if he simply closed his eyes and pointed. Not that he’d ever close his eyes to such exciting business.
With a last look back to where Rava had left him and a quick realization that the coin he’d been gifted was long gone, Kili continued down the cobblestone road into the market. Away from where he was intentionally left.
Kili didn’t know how much time passed as he ambled through the many stalls of the Market of Erebor. And he didn’t much care. He’d spent some of the coin he’d saved up, buying ale and honey cake for himself and a dwarven trinket for his ma. It was perfect for her, without any decoration related to Erebor. It was the only way she’d be able to keep it safe in the village. After all, he’d been raised to despise the king and all he stood for, even the Erebor name.
Kili found things in this market he’d never seen before. As he passed one of the tents, a heavy cloak was laid over his shoulders as a bribe to encourage him inside where the sellers might sweet talk such a young dwarfling into spending too much money on something he may never use. He ran his fingers over sharp blades and bow strings, tried on armor and hats just to see how they would look on him. A daze smothered his senses as he walked through the market, a magic that made him dream of growing into such things, or simply having the coin to spend on them.
Fantasy or not, he found himself creating lists in his head of all the goods he wanted to have someday. For himself and his mother.
He was deep in the thralls of the market when the horns sounded. They rattled his ears and startled him enough to make even his curiosity flee from his system. Instead, he was filled with terror and he shoved the nearby dwarves aside in order to run up the cobblestone pathway back the way he’d come.
This was a mistake, he thought as he ran.
Then someone hit his shoulder.
“Yer goin’ the wrong way, lad!” the dwarf yelled. “The king’s this way!”
“The king?” he said. Then he scoffed.
This time, as the horns sounded again, he was filled with disdain. He hated the king. He wasn’t ruled by any king. He was his own man and as such, he found himself interested once again. He wondered what a king must be like, what he must have done to encourage such a gathering at the sound of his horns. As the developing crowd cheered, Kili asked himself who may have had the power to interrupt such an unyielding storm as this market.
His curiosity won. He courageously turned on his heel and marched back into the bulk of the market. When he reached the horde’s edge, the noise of the gathered dwarves cut off like an extinguished candle, highlighting the singular voice left among them.
The king’s.
He sounds like someone who lives underground, Kili thought as he listened to the announcement. The voice was low and gravely, as if it was trying to scare off its own people. Still, as Kili slid through the elbows of the crowd, making his way closer and closer to where the monarch stood on a high platform, he noticed the dwarves around him were enraptured by the king’s speech. They had pride in their chests, smiles on their faces and tears in their eyes. These dwarrows had such love for this monarch, Kili could see it. And yet, he couldn’t believe it.
Though Kili had successfully crept to the front of the group, he still couldn’t quite see the king’s face. So he shuffled to the side, using his lanky legs to assist him in scooting past the distracted dwarrows around him until he found a lamppost jutting up into the air. He leapt up onto it’s base and latched his hands around it’s girth, catching himself when his boot slipped on the polished iron.
His new vantage point gave him a clear view of the Dwarf King of Erebor. He didn’t look anything like what Kili had imagined. This king was smiling at his people. He leaned down to touch their hands and shoulders as he spoke and when he straightened, he looked strong. This couldn’t be the corrupt leader that starred in the nightmare inducing legends from Kili’s village, the ones about a king with hair as dark as night, cursed with something black in his heart. The creature ahead, despite his crown and his bejeweled robes, looked like a normal dwarf with hair shockingly similar to Kili’s own instead of the vortex that was so often rumored throughout Kili’s younger years.
This didn’t look like a shriveled king who counted his gold in a dark corner while he sent his people to die defending what he was unable to. This looked like a good dwarf, full of strength, pride, and love for his kingdom. Soon, Kili found himself captivated by such qualities. He’d never truly seen them before.
“Today is the day I introduce to you the Crown Prince of Erebor. My nephew, Prince Fili.”
The crowd erupted and Kili startled, sliding down the lamppost with scurrying feet. Thanks to a firm hand on his back, he caught and steadied himself quickly, but brimmed with horror just as rapidly. Terrified he’d been caught watching the king by someone from his village, he shrank from the hand that helped him and searched for its owner.
The dwarf in question, however, had a kind face filled with tears. He was clapping viciously, leaving his palms red with the effort. He grinned at Kili and nodded before he returned to the king and the crown prince.
Kili followed suit and his gaze soon landed on the dwarf that now commanded the crowd’s attention. He was stunned. The crown prince couldn’t have been much older than Kili himself. He stood a few inches shorter than the king, but held himself with the same towering pride. He had a cloak of crimson that lifted with the breeze and showed off crisp clothing- the kind Kili had added to his mental wish list only minutes ago. He beamed at his people, his future kingdom, as they roared for him, revealing deep boyish dimples that Kili was sure would never leave his face no matter how many years he lived. The way they caved into his cheeks like craters, one on each side of his curved lips, was enough to make Kili smile too.
As if the crown prince felt the movement of Kili’s own lips, he looked straight at Kili. From his place beside the king, he found Kili on the lamppost and his smile grew that much brighter. It didn’t dawn on Kili that the crown prince’s grin might have stemmed from entertainment of Kili’s position. Kili only knew the crown prince, someone who looked kind despite his incoming power, was grinning at him. Like he was special.
Kili blinked away the sun to get a better look at the prince as if to convince himself that he truly was the object of the royal’s attention. But when he closed his eyes for that fraction of a second, he was yanked away from the prince by the back of his tunic. The force made him crash to the ground, flat on his back, loosening a grunt from his gut. The sight of the dwarf above him knocked the air from his lungs as much as his hard fall did.
“Get up. Now.” Buck spat at Kili as he sputtered on the ground, trying hard to regain his breath.
It was Rava who eventually assisted Kili, dragging him upright and out of the market. Away from the king and his nephew prince.
That afternoon, Kili received a beating. It was one of the harshest he’d ever endured. He still has the scars as proof that the whole encounter was real and he did indeed see the prince that day.
Though the pain from his punishment faded, Kili’s thoughts of Prince Fili did not. He wondered if the prince saw him fall off the lamppost that day. If he looked for Kili after the king’s speech ceased. He wondered if he’d ever see the prince again, ever get the chance to learn more about the dwarf with hair of gold and the weight of a kingdom on his young shoulders.
***
Kili saw Fili Durin again seventy years later. He was no longer a prince, not because he’d been crowned the king, but because the revolutionaries had stripped him of his title. As the last surviving dwarf of the Durin line, he stalked, stoic and steady, through the dark and slimy corridors of the Erebor dungeon where he would live as long as he had a use.
Kili stood in the doorway of the prince’s- Fili’s- cell as the strongest dwarves of his village tore at Fili’s royal clothes and strung him up by his wrists. Kili watched him, the pride still puffed in his chest and the understanding glowing in his eyes, and Kili recognized the same dwarfling he saw in the market when he was fifteen years old. He was stronger now, thicker, but he had the same warmth to him, even after being stolen from his own home. After receiving the news that he was the last of his family to survive.
Kili held onto the doorway for support. None of this had felt right to him, not since he’d seen the king speak before the Mountain those years ago, and especially not since he’d learned of his guardians’ plans for a violent coup. His stomach lurched with every step he took into the dungeon.
“There ya are, princey. All hung to dry,” one of the dwarves inside the cell said. When he lunged toward the suspended prisoner, winding up a painful punch, Kili was right there to intervene.
“Buck wants to see him before anything is done,” he said.
After a few grunts and several snarled threats toward the prisoner, the revolutionary guards left the cell, leaving Kili to shut the heavy wooden door and lock it securely. Before he did, however, he took one last look at the prince. Their eyes met, as they had once before and Kili felt a deep sadness within him. Then he locked the cell.
***
A familiar melancholy crept up from Kili’s gut and into his chest as he sat on the shore of the lake. The prince stood in the water, bathing his wounds and scrubbing the weeks of dirt from his skin. He looked too thin and too dull, too different from the strong, glowing prince he once was. It made Kili itch with guilt and drown in sadness, the fact that Fili had no family left. And, now that Kili had assisted in his escape, he too was alone.
Kili swiped the tears from his cheeks as Fili left the lake, the sound of the water shifting from a deep lull to a high tinkle with his movement towards the shore. Wordlessly, he sat next to Kili and leaned back on his elbows, closing his eyes as he dried in the sun. He was either unafraid of his enemies or too trusting of Kili.
Kili, however, took this time to watch him. His once tight muscles were loose with skin, and yet somehow, he was still stronger than Kili. Strong enough to press him up against the cell wall, anyway. Kili’s gaze traveled up his chest and over his neck, able to admire the curls of hair over the scarred skin. And there, right over his heart was that deep brown mark-
“Are you going to let me see yours?”
Kili startled at the sound of his voice. He’d been caught looking.
“No,” he said, turning back to the lake.
“Are you going to tell me why you helped me escape?”
“No.”
The prince turned on his side, propping himself up on an elbow. His free hand reached toward the broken clasp on Kili’s tunic, which he’d spent the last few minutes mending.
“Then show me your birthmark.”
Kili’s head dropped in frustration. “I didn’t realize this was an ‘either, or’ question.”
“It is.”
Fili’s forefinger slid down the center of Kili’s chest as if following a trail that promised gold. When it traveled too low, Kili shivered, swatting the prince’s hand away.
Fili fell to his back. “You said you’d show me.”
“And you said we might be brothers. So, no.”
“So you can stare at my entire body as I’m naked before you, but you won’t show me the birthmark on your chest? The one that could prove the line of Durin is longer than the world once thought?”
Kili’s jaw dropped and he sputtered, making enough nonsensical noises to make Fili chuckle and tuck his hands under his head. He knew what he was doing, opening his chest to Kili’s gaze where the path of least resistance led to the place between his legs. Kili barely managed to endure it.
“First of all,” he said, staring out at the lake, “I do not stare-”
“Yes, you do. What’s second?”
Kili growled, but kept his focus ahead. “What does it matter if I’m a Durin? There’s nothing to be-”
“What does it matter?” Fili jolted up, taking Kili’s chin in his fingers. “They stole you from your crib. From your family, from the life you could have had. That matters.”
“This revolution can’t be stopped,” Kili whispered.
Fili released him and turned to the lake, his face hard with something akin to rage. “This coup will not be good for Erebor. I’m well aware that my family had issues, all families do. And there will always be people out there who will be frustrated with a monarchy. But right now, at this time, it was good for our people. My uncle and all the kings before him did their damndest to do what was best for Erebor. For the dwarves under our care. And I wanted to do the same.”
“I know.”
Fili lifted the tunic Kili had set out for him and shimmied into it. It was too large for him and hung from his shoulders, but it was clean and warm from the sun. It wasn’t a prince or a king who sat next to Kili on the shore. It was a dwarf. One who had lost everything and still wanted to fight.
“I saw you once,” Kili said.
“In the dungeon?”
“No. At the Market of Erebor.” Kili thought back, almost painfully, to a better time. “I was there when King Thorin introduced you as the Crown Prince of Erebor.”
“You were there?”
Kili hummed. “You weren’t what I thought you would be, neither of you. You were beloved by your people. It was plain to see. That was the first time I questioned… what I’d been taught about the monarchy.”
A light breeze sent ripples over the calm lake water and through the light fabric of Fili’s tunic. His wet hair left the shoulders of it damp and sheer, clinging to his skin. Kili wanted to touch him, to apologize, to let him know that he wasn’t alone. But he kept his hands to himself.
“I remember that day,” Fili said. “I grew up knowing I was the crown prince. There wasn’t anyone else to do it. But the announcement at the market was a big deal. I was nervous,” he said, smiling. “I did a good job of keeping it hidden, but Uncle knew. He kept his hand on my shoulder until we stepped up on that platform so he could speak. I remember…”
His throat worked as his cheeks grew red under his beard. His tears streamed down his face like heavy droplets from the lake.
“He was a great speaker,” Kili said. “When I heard his voice, I wasn’t able to turn away. I even climbed a lamppost so I could see him,” he chuckled.
Fili turned to him, eyes wide and tears forgotten. “I remember. I saw you.”
Kili smiled, nodding. “Yes.”
“But then you disappeared.”
“I- we went back to my village.”
Fili sniffed hard, angry. “They took you away from us. Again.”
Kili was torn. Like a branch in the wind, he felt he could snap at any moment. His guardians, the leaders of the group, were harsh and sometimes cruel, but they raised Kili from a babe. He trusted them. His ma, on the other hand, was everything he could have hoped for in a mother. She loved him and cared for him. And yet, as he sat there next to Fili, watching him cry for the loss of his family, listening to him yearn for a life with a brother he never had, Kili’s nerves felt raw. He didn’t know what was right or who he could believe.
There was one thing he was sure of, however. The pathway he was meant to take now stood unmistakable before him.
He pulled his tunic over his head and turned to Fili, leaving his chest bare for the prince to see.
“Are you sure that’s what this is? The mark of a Durin?”
Fili looked into his eyes, the last clouds of suspicion clearing from his gaze. He lifted his hand, running his fingers through the thick, dark hair on Kili’s chest as one passes a hand through the tall grass of an open field. Then he placed his palm over the large birthmark. It was hot against Kili’s skin.
“I’m positive.”
Kili let out a breath. Before he could think too much about what it all meant, what his life might have been, before his eyes too were filled with tears, he asked, “What now?”
Fili stroked Kili’s cheek. “Now we go see mother.”
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