#Autumn fair

[dreamingofnextseason]

[i-did-not-mean-to]

FOTFICtember24 - Chapter 1

After a long absence, Kyra returns to the town of Lonely Mountain just in time for the autumn fair. Her "uncle" Bilbo is very secretive about it all, and she's excited to see what the night will bring.

My dears, you didn't think I'd skip the FOTFICS challenge, did you? As writing has been kind of hard lately, I've decided to indulge myself :D

Prompts: Library, festival, baking, tea, pie, autumn fair

Pairing: Ori x OC, OC & Bilbo, Kíli x Tauriel

Words: 1110

Warnings:Nothing

“I can smell that you’re baking,” Kyra laughed as she popped her head into the kitchen, making Bilbo nearly jump out of his skin.

“I thought you were gone already,” the one she called Uncle without being related to him in any discernible way huffed, trying to hide the glorious pie he’d just pulled out of the oven without much success. “The boys are already roaming about.”

Glancing at her watch, she made a face. Kyra, despite her best efforts, was notoriously scatterbrained and couldn’t, for the life of her, be on time.

“Do you have much work yet?” she asked, mindful not to encroach on Bilbo’s realm of flour and sugar.

“It’s manageable,” he replied diplomatically. “Once Thorin arrives, we’ll get more done!”

That assessment drew a more genuine grin from the young woman; it was common knowledge that, despite their exaggerated fights about minor details, Bilbo and Thorin loved spending time together.

Indeed, the younger generation had made long-standing bets on the exact moment the two curmudgeons would realise that they were actually in love with one another, but thus far, nobody had been able to claim the considerable pot.

“It’s been too long since I’ve gone to the fall fair,” Kyra sighed, fond memories of the golden autumns she’d once spent in her uncle’s care coming alive within her heart.

“You were busy,” Bilbo said soothingly. “That is not to say that we didn’t miss you—I’m sure we did, and your return to the fold is one of the reasons I’d politely beg you to remove yourself now. I have to get a move on—this festival has to be one of the best yet. In your honour.”

As if it had been convened thus, there was a resoundingly enthusiastic knock on the front door at that very moment.

“There they are—let’s hope they brought Thorin along,” Bilbo mumbled, wiping his hand on a towel he’d tucked into his belt. “No peeking, come away!” he added out of habit.

He knew Kyra so well that he didn’t have to look at her to know that she’d be sorely tempted to open every cupboard and drawer in search of the treats and surprises he’d been concocting in secret for the big finale of the fall fair.

“Oi, we were waiting for you,” Fíli exclaimed through the opening door. “What kept you so long?”

To Bilbo’s dismay, the boys’ tall, handsome uncle and shepherd was nowhere to be seen.

Grimacing in embarrassment, Kyra shrugged sheepishly. “I’m ready now,” she said hastily, pressed a quick kiss onto Bilbo’s heated cheek, and slipped out of the door.

“They’re just in a hurry because they want to corner Ori before he can slink home,” Tauriel informed her under her breath as they walked down the sleepy town’s beautifully decorated main street.

“Ori,” Kyra repeated pensively. She’d spent many a summer at Bilbo’s house, but then studies, first jobs, and unhappy relationships had kept her from visiting more than a few days here and there for entirely too long a time.

“Pretty ginger fellow,” Tauriel, who’d moved here to be closer to her boyfriend, confided with a wink. “He works at the library. As far as I can tell, he’s always been here, so I think you should know him.”

Vague recollections of a skinny boy with soft eyes came to Kyra’s mind, and—when her heartbeat accelerated—she reminded herself not to put the cart before the horse.

“Ah, I see you do remember,” Tauriel grinned.

Kyra blushed furiously—she was unused to having female friends who caught on to the minutest shifts in her demeanour and facial expressions. Men, she found, were much easier to deceive in those matters.

As they walked on in companionable silence, Kyra realised something else. “Are we abducting that man? If he wanted to come with us, wouldn’t he just join us of his own free will?”

Again, Tauriel merely smiled at her enigmatically. “He doesn’t know what’s good for him,” she said cheerily before adding in a whisper that she suspected that Ori was nervous because there would be another woman attending.

“Oh, but I don’t want to ruin his fun,” Kyra cried out, feeling wretched.

“Not at all,” Tauriel smiled. “In the name of friendship, I’m going to admit that we’re all hoping that he might come out of his shell a little bit…he does remember you, you know?”

Before Kyra could protest or flee, she was bodily shoved through the heavy double doors leading into the cool, calm interior of the deserted library.

Not a main attraction on the best of days, the building was entirely empty now as everybody was milling around outside to help or hinder the preparations for the main event, scheduled throughout the whole upcoming evening.

“Ori? Come on, mate! They have a rollercoaster on the square!” Kíli hollered, making his companions flinch as his voice echoed shockingly.

“No screaming in the library,” came a calm but determined reprimand from a dark corridor, and—a moment later—a vision of copper and gold stepped out of the shadows, holding a dainty porcelain teacup in his pale, long-fingered hands. “I brewed a new pot—care to join me?”

“No,” Kíli expostulated. “Blast your tea! Didn’t you hear what I said? There’s a rollercoaster, and Uncle made us promise that we’d come to the forest as soon as possible. He and Bilbo have apparently outdone themselves!”

Visibly undecided, Ori shifted from one foot to the other.

“Oh, yes, I remember,” Kyra whispered tenderly as she took in the nigh-ephemeral apparition before her—years ago, Ori had been her favourite among the ever-changing throng of the “friends of friends” she’d met during her stays at Bilbo’s.

Sweet-natured and soft-spoken, he’d promised to grow into a great beauty, and Kyra was delighted to learn that her instinctive assessment had been absolutely correct.

Now a man grown, Ori was gorgeous, and she willed her heart to quieten and her mind to keep working lest she say something silly.

“Kyra is back, and we want to show her a good time, so she won’t desert us for so long ever again,” Fíli added insidiously, apparently knowing exactly how to pressure his friend into complying with their wishes.

“Why would…I’m not sure that I make things better,” Ori muttered softly.

“Do you want her to go on the rollercoaster alone? Where’s your chivalry, man?” Kíli exclaimed, clutching his chest in mock disbelief.

With a shivering sigh, Ori set down his teacup on the counter of the library and nodded. “Go ahead. I’ll lock up and get ready. I’ll meet you by the food stalls.”

↳ Masterlist

@fellowshipofthefics here's the first chapter of my fic for September!

Lots of love from me! <3

-> Chapter 2

[phantom-fantasia]

Autumn fairs are the best 🖤🎠

[madam-of-lithuania]

The Autumn Fair in Kaunas

My home city Kaunas, Lithuania🇱🇹

[gamchawizzy]

At The Fair 🎃🍬

For Ollie

[my-darling-boy]

But where have we come? And where shall we end?

[arithiriang]

And other work for Spooky event!✨️🍁

[gen-is-gone]

CHILE ROASTING SEASON

[laxibbeb]

what if you kissed your mate in the misty autumn morning while you're both dressed in impeccably matching attire

[the-dose-makes-the-poison]

[bleaksqueak]

Also, hey, if you're in need of some fun and useful digital brushes, assets and tools, here's a bunch of recent packs made for my Patreon All of my brushes and assets are hand made (and the assets I made are made *with* these hand made brushes) and are available for use to make your own art go by quicker or to bring in some new elements!

All of these and more are up there. You can grab them and support my art, the production of Solivaga, and the feeding of food here at my✨ Patreon ✨ !

[buffetlicious]

Yes, I know they are a seafood restaurant, but Swatow Seafood Restaurant (汕头海鲜) has some of the most beautifully crafted mooncakes I have seen this year. The Flaky Teochew Golden Lotus Blossom Delight (金莎荷花酥) with uniquely crafted golden sand chocolate ball filling, crispy outer layer, is perfect for sharing with friends and family during the festive season.

If lotus flower isn’t your type, how about Flaky Teochew Peach Blossom Double Delight (桃花双拼). Each box contains two pieces of Sweet Coconut Paste Mooncakes (酥皮椰香) and two pieces of Savoury X.O Scallop Paste Mooncakes (酥皮X.O干贝).

The traditional Teochew “La Piah” (潮州双拼大朥饼) pastry, measured 18cm in diameter. Multi-layered crispy skin embraces delectable lotus paste and red bean paste, adorned with five egg yolks. This sweet and savoury combination will surely entice your appetite.

Their Mini Flaky Teochew “Orh Nee” Yam Paste with Yolk (迷你潮州香芋酥) has a gorgeous looking purple and white flaky shell filled with yam/taro paste and one salted yolk. You can also buy the Galaxy’s Eight Delights (八星伴月礼篮) set with eight mini yam mooncakes and one Traditional Teochew “La Piah”.

Some images courtesy of Swatow Seafood Restaurant.

[cabbi3]

random Clannibal in red

[anachilles]

-> clegan teacher!AU 📚🏈

College friends (/almost lovers) who drifted apart after graduating from post-grad teacher training and moving to opposite ends of the country.

Physics teacher!Gale x Phys Ed/Football Coach!John

Up to this point, Bucky's only ever been in assistant coaching positions.

That is, until he gets an out-of-the-blue phone call from Gale one day letting him know about a position opening up at his school halfway across the country. A PE teaching position with a head football coach role attached if he wanted it and could prove he was qualified.

(The school being desperate to revive their once-formidable team's chances after a spate of retirements and departures and downright bad luck. They're willing to try anything, and even for only being an assistant coach, Bucky's got some momentum behind his name/reputation at that point).

After not even hearing from Gale in over a year and a half (and still being a little burned by it), Bucky has to decide whether to drop everything and take a chance or carry on-course with the pretty successful life he'd finally sort of settled himself into without him.

Spoiler: he ends up choosing the former.

People can't quite believe the rumours that serious, focused, (kind of a hard-ass) Mr Cleven would've been best friends with a guy like Coach Egan. Even watching the dynamic play out in front of them, they're not sure most of the time what to make of it, lol.

('it' being ✨ sexual/romantic tension ✨ of a kind previously unwitnessed by any living person within the bounds of the continental united states).

[magrittr]

Horrible photo I know but it’s happeningggggg

[halberdbooks]

"Autumn is Here — but Like a Ghost (October 4th)" by David M. Briggs

performed live by the author for Fae Propaganda III: The Autumn Court in Springfield, Illinois