#fiki

[i-am-pinkie]

And now I need to go and read this story again! 😁😍

Prompt #120: FiKi - The Witcher AU (One exists to kill monsters and is not supposed to have feelings. The other is a mage playing a dangerous game)

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“Here you go, my Lord. Try a bit of duck, see if it’s to your liking.”

Kili stared up at the errant knight and blushed. “Thank you,” he muttered, grabbing the offered meat and biting into it as crudely as possible.

Fili sniggered.

“Here, my Lord, sit on my cock, see if it’s to your liking!” one of the dwarves parroted just as soon as the knight left, causing pearls of laughter all-round.

“At least he cares for me!” Kili snapped, getting up to his feet. “Unlike some,” he hissed, staring pointedly at the Witcher.

Fili stood up as well. “What is it that you want, Kili?” he hissed. “A cottage, with a white picket fence, so we could play house?”

“Ouuuuu,” came the jeering commentary from the rest of the company.

The mage glared at him with emphatic silence before simply storming off.

Most of the time Kili understood Fili: what’s been done to him, why he had trouble trusting anyone, his need to protect his heart. But sometimes he just wanted to be loved, unconditionally, passionately, very humanly, and with his own, personal ‘happily ever after’ at the end.

It didn’t matter that neither of them was human. Kili was going to love him, against the whole wide world and all the power-wielding bastards within it. Despite destiny; or perhaps because of it.

And it was that last thing that made Fili keep his distance.

—

This is a gift for @damnitfili​. I hope it sparks extra much joy, fren.

Bonus Fullsize Kili

Bonus Fullsize Fili

[disdaidal]

#bilbo baggins be like

[gatheringfiki]

12 Days of Christmas - 2024!

Hello,

We’re back with your favourite event of the festive season!

We would like to invite you to help us decorate our virtual fandom Christmas tree! With shiny, new, delicious content!

Bear with us, we’ll try to explain:

Fanart = Baubles

Fanfic = Paper chains

Photosets = Lights

This will make sense in a minute, we promise.

I would like to participate as a writer:

Step 1: Message @linane-art to request one of our festive photosets*. You can do so between now and 13th of December - no sign up needed.

Step 2: Write something based on the photoset. Minimum 700 words, no max, Fili/Kili or any fictional Dean/Aidan pairing. You’ve created a paper chain for our tree.

Step 3: Don’t post it, submit it to us.

Step 4: You can do this again (or as many times as you like), but you must submit one before requesting another.

You must submit at least some ficlets before 13th of December.

You will be offered a chance to continue writing after the 13th of December, but we want at least one complete wave of responses by then, so we can queue our content.

I would like to participate as an artist:

Step 1: Message @linane-art to request a bauble outline template.

Step 2: Within the bauble draw a little fanart. Photomanips are also allowed, but just edits or photosets won’t work for this. Must be Christmas or season-themed (no prompts, do what you like). Fili/Kili or any fictional Dean/Aidan pairing.

Step 3: Don’t post it, submit it to us.

Step 4: You can do this again (or as many times as you like), but you must submit one before producing another.

You must submit at least some fanarts before 13th of December.

You will be offered a chance to continue drawing after the 13th of December, but we want at least one complete wave of responses by then, so we can queue our content.

Decorating the tree:

Between 13th and 24th of December @gatheringfiki will be posting all your creations (decorations)

We will also re-use some of last year’s decorations: a selection of our favourite photosets from last year will be reblogged between 1st and 12th of December to whet your appetie.

Questions, feedback, ideas, comments - please let us know!

~gatheringfiki

*We have 10 photosets ready at this point, the rest is still cooking.

Please re-blog to spread the word! Thank you.

[youuuuegg]

Treat Prompt for 19/10: Badass magical battles

[i-am-still-bb]

Erebor Revisited :

The Sacred & Profane Memories of Captain Felix Rivers

A Brideshead Revisited AU

[silvermoon-scrolls]

At first sight

GatheringFiKi Trick or Treat 2024 Trick: A persecuted witch with nowhere left to run

Pairing: Fili x Kili (AU) Words: 700 Content Waring: No warnings. Just a sweet meeting.

As no more than a slight shadow, Fili smoothly jumped to a branch in the next tree. Securly hidden in the yellow canopy his gaze followed the young man running on the ground below. He was beginning to look very tired where he was stumbling along.

Fili had followed him with fascination for more than an hour now. He didn’t think the man knew that he had passed into Wood Nymph territory. His pursuers had known, and they had elected to stop their hunt a good while back. He didn’t think the man knew that either.

Fili could have told him of course, but there was a certain fascination in seeing how far the young man could push himself. And he wasn’t supposed to talk to humans anyway.

Finally the runner’s foot caught in one root to many and he fell to the ground with an ‘Ouff’ as the air was knocked out of him — yellow and orange leaves flying in all directions. As the man scrambled to his feet in a panic, Fili’s curiosity got the better of him. To hell with rules. Hardly a leaf stirred as he landed softly in front of the cloaked runner.

The man yelped and almost fell down again as he stumbled back, looking around fearfully as if he expected to be surrounded. He was beautiful! — for a human anyway. Dark, brown hair and a hint of a stubble on his cheeks. Fili resisted the temptation to reach out and touch it.

“Please, I mean no harm to anyone,” the man pleaded, still out of breath. He held up his hands to prove his lack of weapons. As if Fili didn’t know that already; hunted or not, there was no way he would have allowed an armed human this far into the woods without giving alarm. But now he studied the other with fascination. Up close he smelled kind of funny; like he had been rolling around in flowers and old, burnt plants.

“You can stop running. They stopped chasing you after you passed the creek at the old oak.” He was trying to get a better look at all the pouches hanging from the man’s belt. He thought that might be where the smells were coming from.

The other predictably threw a quick glance behind to verify the lack of pursuit, and his stance began to soften slightly — but then his eyes widened as he took in this information and correctly concluded how Fili could know that. Had his pursuers simply been exchanged for another? “Who- what are you?” he finally asked.

Fili made a small nod in acknowledgement, pleased with the offering of a question. “A wood nymph. Why were those men chasing you?” he asked curious.

“A nymph?” The man’s big, brown eyes grew even bigger. “That’s incredible. I never knew-”

“I answered your question, now you need to answer mine,” Fili said. Maybe humans weren’t familiar with the Rite of Exchange?

“Oh… they didn’t want my sort in their village,” he answered elusively.

“But you are human. Just like them,” Fili said confused. He didn’t like that the man looked so sad, he wanted to see him smile; he wondered if that would make his stubble wrinkle and what that would look like.

“But I can do things they can not, and that makes them afraid of me. I was sure they were gonna catch me,” he said with a shudder. “Did- did you make them turn back?”

“No.” He eagerly asked his next question now that it was his turn. “What’s your name?” He was aware that he probably was staring, but he couldn’t help himself.

There was a slight pause before the answer came. “Kili. What’s your–”

“Fili,” he answered excitedly before Kili could even finish his question. 

Kili’s lips twitched into a small smile and Fili´s heart skipped a beat. He swallowed before asking his next question. “That thing you can do that the humans were afraid of… Do you- do you enthrall others with love spells?”

“What? No, nothing like that!” Kili said aghast. “What makes you ask such a thing?”

Fili smiled stupidly, feeling like he was falling into Kili’s eyes. “No reason.”

[fililoveskili]

we havent done one of this in a while! so..

Imagine your OTP

[omegaqueencas]

(not) born in sin

written for FIKI WEEK hosted by @gatheringfiki, for the prompt:

“Love doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints; it takes and it takes and it takes, and we keep loving anyway.” ― Lin Manuel Miranda, Hamilton

Having a soulmate, at times, could be a curse.

Not everyone had the perfect soulmate – even evil, cruel people who killed and raped had soulmates, and how could that be fair? How could it be fair for them to have someone who’d love them so purely, even with everything they’d done?

How was it fair, when Fíli and Kíli – two honest, goodhearted men – were doomed to be each other’s soulmate when they were also brothers?

There weren’t any laws about having soulmates, but there were other laws that could go against the fact of having a soulmate. For one, if you were above the age of eighteen, you shouldn’t be in a relationship with someone who was underaged; you’d have to wait until they turned adults to pursue anything romantic with them.

In some places, two men or two women couldn’t be together romantically, or even if they could, they couldn’t get officially married. It was also frowned upon in some places for people with more than one soulmate to pursue all of their soulmates instead of choosing only one.

And, of course, the other law was that siblings weren’t allowed to be romantically – and mainly sexually – involved. The reason behind it had a lot to do with inbreeding, which wouldn’t be a problem for Fíli and Kíli, but it was seen as such an abnormal pairing that even couples who couldn’t reproduce were prohibited of being together.

Fíli had been the first to know about their bond; people would be able to see their own red thread of fate since his fifteenth birthday – they would look thin and muted if they were too far from their soulmate, but the closer they got, the thicker and redder it turned – until they met their soulmate in person, when the thread would shine gold and then disappear, as if locking them together.

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[blvckskylover]

Good folks,

Damsel in distress is looking for a knight in shining armour!

♡♡⁠♡⁠

I really need some restless soul to write Fili/Kili fanfic with Lion Shapeshifter! Fili 🥹 I'll take anything - short, long, fluff, smut, hurt/comfort (maybe not angst)

Just- this idea has been haunting me for a long time. I'm sorry.

[2shuang]

[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!

[i-am-pinkie]

This is sooo beautiful! Merry Christmas to everyone! 🎄🎁🎄🧑🏻‍🎄

Christmas Silence Verse Fili (Fullsize)

    MY OTHER FANART   

If I live, will you put me in your heart? I don’t want to be all alone (anymore).

Kili bites his lip, picks up a pen, writes –

If you live, will you trade with me for my heart? I don’t want to be all alone (either).

— Heartbeat

Merry Christmas, folks!

Magic and courage can be found in the most unlikely of places; hope you find yours this Christmas and in the year to come.

P.S. Those of you whose postal services managed to deliver their Christmas cards from me might be familiar with this piece :)

P.P.S. Please don’t cross-post this artwork to any other social media platforms - thank you.

[disdaidal]

You cannot take that away from him! - Fili. - I will carry him if I must!

[gatheringfiki]

It's back: Trick or Treat 2024!

Happy autumn, everyone!

We’re super excited to be returning with our favourite event of the season! Broadly speaking, between the 19th and 31st of Oct you're welcome to come knocking on our door, asking for a Trick or Treat*!

* Some imagination will be required.

This event requires no sign-up. Usual pairings apply (FiKi preferably, or any fictional Dean/Aidan prtrayed characters).

Every day, there will be two new prompts available, one of the 'Trick' and one of the 'Treat' variety. Generally speaking, ��Treat’ prompts are nice and ‘Trick’ prompts are not so nice/spooky. You pick one type. Prompts are not posted anywhere, so they remain a surprise until the first responses are posted.

If you wish to play on any particular day, please message @linane-art (via chat) with whichever type of prompt you've chosen and you'll be given, for example, a 'Trick Prompt for 25th of Oct'. You must finish one response before requesting another.

Create something inspired by your prompt. Could be fanfic, fanart, edit, even some sort of meta about one of your own Verses, if you wish. You can take however long you want (but remember, there will be a new prompt available tomorrow). There are no word limits.

Post the thing you created on your Tumblr. Tags are garbage, but if you wanna use it, it’s #GF’s Trick or Treat 2024

Message @linane-art (via chat) with a link to your response. This is so I can reblog it on GF.

If you wish to play again, simply request another prompt once you're ready.

Hope it all makes sense. As always, any questions - give us a shout!

Disclaimer: my life currently is hell of a badly botched kitchen re-fit job, and it's still ongoing. I am... not coping with it. At all. So with all my apologies, any incoming messages for this event are not necessarily monitored in real time, but periodically! I will do my best to stay on top.

Good luck!

~gatheringfiki

[lindariellanthir]

Art by Nabi3 on DeviantArt

[youuuuegg]

My Durin's day gift for my partner Cas @omegaqueencas ，based on this lovely story!Hope you like it💓

[i-am-still-bb]

FiKi Week by @gatheringfiki - Day 2 - 06.23.24

“Love doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints; it takes and it takes and we keep loving anyway.” 

NEW AU - Outlander (1940s) AU

“So what will you do today?” 

“Probably just read, and take whatever tea and treats that Mrs. Baird offers. And I might go out for a walk to look for that henge that Thorin mentioned last night.” Kili sat in the upholstered armchair in the corner of their room. His feet were tucked beneath him and he was curled forward around his book. It always reminded Fili of when they first met. Kili had been sitting in such a position, shoes off, and bare toes wedged between the seat cushion and the arm of the chair. Fine if it was your own chair, but decidedly not fine when said chair was in the University library. Fili had been instructed to inform this wayward patron that he needed to collect his things and leave and not to plan on returning unless he was going to remain fully clothed. 

“Stone circle,” Fili corrected absently. He was doing up the buttons on his white shirt. 

“What?”

“It’s a stone circle, not a henge. A henge is a circular earthen wall or ditch. A henge can have a stone circle, but you can have either without the other. Stonehenge has both.”

There was a spark of sarcasm in Kili’s reply, “Interesting.” He was decidedly more interested in how the circles were used and decorated than how they were constructed. 

“It is,” Fili responded earnestly. 

“I’ll go looking for a stone circle then.”

“Just don’t get lost. I can join you if you care to wait.”

Kili snorted.

“You’re right,” Fili acknowledged. “But do ask for directions, please? You’re as bad as Thorin.”

“I am not.”

“You both got lost on a street that had no intersecting streets. More than once.”

“I promise I’ll ask for directions.” Kili turned back to his book. 

“Good.”

“I’ll see you later,” Kili said, not looking up from his book. “Don’t stay out too late looking at old and moldy papers.”

“I won’t,” Fili straightened his tie. “Don’t forget to eat something,” he teased. 

Kili hummed and turned his face up for the quick kiss that he knew was coming without tearing his eyes off the page of his book. 

“Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

—

“Kili!” Fili shouted into the rain. His voice was echoed by DI Fundinson and the handful of constables that he had been able to gather for a search party on such short notice.

Mrs. Baird had not seen Kili since he had gone out shortly after midday. When the hour had gotten late and the rain had gone from a gentle mist to a pounding deluge she had assumed that he had been with Fili at the Manor House. It had not been until Fili returned, dripping and cursing and willing to murder for a cup of hot tea, that anyone had realized that Kili was missing and had been for hours.

The locals knew the location of the stone circle that Kili had gone in search of. And one of the constables had quickly spotted the bicycle that Kili had borrowed leaned up against a tree near the main road out of town. 

“Kili!”

Fili’s hair dripped in his eyes. His torch lit a small circle that was tightly enclosed by fat drops of rain. 

“KILI!”

Mud sucked at his shoes. Heather and low hanging branches pulled at his clothes which were soaked all the way through. 

He shouldn’t have let Kili go alone. He should have put personal projects and genealogy aside to indulge Kili’s interests.

Fili did enjoy seeing the old stones, looking at and trying to puzzle out what animals or figures  had been carved into the stones. Carvings that were interspersed with far newer scratchings of dates and initials that simultaneously amused and annoyed them both. But the stones did not hold his interest as long as they held Kili’s. Kili had notebooks filled with the painstakingly copied designs. His letters during the war frequently had at least one doodle in the margins, sometimes that doodle would take up an entire page or more as Kili worked through visual problems. Fili saw them so often that he even began to draw them when his mind drifted during some interminable meeting or another. 

Fili could not see far in the rain. He did see other lights bobbing in the distance appearing and disappearing around trees, other searchers, or a low hill. It was dark in a way that Fili had hated for many years. The dark that seemed to suck and absorb any light that someone dared to put forth. He preferred to stay under the streetlights of Inverness, London, or any other city. But now that darkness made the search even harder.

Kili. 

His voice was raw with shouting when a hand gripped his shoulder.

“They’re calling it a night, lad.”

“Did they find him?” Fili looked over Thorin’s shoulder where he could see the lights gathering together.

Thorin shook his head, flicking rain from the brim of his hat. “Dwalin said that he will have men out here with the first light. With as dark as it is we would only be feet away from him and we wouldn’t see him.”

But he’d hear us. Fili did not say that. Because if Kili could not hear them that opened the door to a whole host of possibilities that Fili did not even want to consider. “I should stay. Keep look—”

“You should go home,” DI Fundinson gruffly interrupted. “You’ll be no use to anybody if you are dead on your feet.”

Fili started to protest.

“Stay at the Manor House,” Thorin said. “It is closer.”

—

The next day brought sun.

But no sight of Kili.

They did find his old jacket with the frayed cuffs that he refused to replace inside of  the stone circle.

—

After a week of no new information DI Fundinson had trained dog handlers brought in from Edinburgh.

—

“I have more in my other account, but I’d have to go down to Oxford to access it.”

“That is a handsome sum,” DI Fundinson said. “I wouldn’t offer too much otherwise you’ll start to attract all kinds of malarkey. As it is, most of the calls won’t lead us anywhere.”

Fili roughly ran his hands through his hair and paced the study in the Manor House. He was aware of how he looked. He hadn’t properly slept in over two weeks. He could barely eat. He was wearing his belt a notch tighter than when he and Kili had arrived what seemed like an age ago.”

“I would give everything I have to find him.”

“Dwalin’s right,” Thorin said. 

“We can always increase the amount in the future. It’s harder to decrease the amount.”

“Why would I want to decrease the reward?” Fili snapped.

Dwalin and Thorin shared a look, but said nothing. 

—

“They’re saying that if I don’t take up my post with the new term then they’re going to find a replacement!” Fili shook the letter on the University letterhead.

Thorin looked up from his book. He closed it on his thumb. “It has been two terms…”

“But we haven’t found Kili yet.” Fili dropped into an open armchair. Most of the flat surfaces in the study were covered with books, papers, and other detritus of academic life. He scowled and stared out the windows at the snow capped hills and the low clouds that threatened more.

“There’s nothing to do but wait now.”

“I still look!”

“Those hills have been scoured. You can wait for news just as well at Oxford as you can here.”

“I don’t know…”

“I’ll keep you up to date. I’ll send along any news no matter how small. You need to start living again. Refill yourself a bit rather than just pouring yourself into this search. I know you love him, but you can’t just stay like this forever.”

Fili’s voice was small when he spoke, “I don’t know how much more I have to give.”

Thorin does not push him to explain.

—

Fili leaves in the end.

He moves into the small flat above the bakery that they had picked out together. It was a short walk for the college where Fili would be teaching and only a handful of steps from a grocer and a pub, and a bit further along there was the library and the green.

Kili had been excited to begin exploring the town; absorbing inspiration for his work from the architecture.

—

Fili did not jump up when the phone rang.

He would have leapt to his feet when he first arrived here. But he’s well settled into his faculty apartments at this point having been teaching for several terms already. The snow doesn’t stick around for long here. But even those dustings have ceased now that  spring has started to creep in. The apartment is less cold and drafty than it was a few weeks back.

But he sat down heavily when he heard the words that came down the line.

“We found him. He’s here.”

“Is he…?”

“He’s alive.”

—

Fili was on the next train north. 

He thought that this was the end. He thought he had given all he would have to give.

But it was just the beginning. 

Fili would give and  he would continue to give until he was no longer breathing.

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Everything @silvermoon-scrolls @metztlilua @I-am-pinkie

Fili/Kili @dubhlachen