#fili x y/n

[rottencherrypie]

R-18+; Harder, Better, Faster...

Summary - Comparing three dwarves to your exes...

Warnings - Smut, language, male genitalia, mention of bodily fluids, creampie, rough sex, lowkey breeding kink (maybe?), slight dom themes (Thorin and Fili)

Pronouns & POVs - None, third-person.

Pairings - Thorin x Reader, Fili x Reader, Kili x Reader

Word Count - 2,500+

A/N - I am once again stumped on the full smut I am writing and was listening to music when "Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger" by Daft Punk came on which for some reason sparked this idea. (I have had this sitting in my drafts for far too long.) Pure smut under the cut!

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- thorin

Harder. When it came to your past lovers, there always seemed to be something lacking when it came to more intimate activities. It was not that your past lovers were awful, but they never seemed to get you to the finish line, so you began handing out fake trophies.

It was hard to explain your desires. It was not that your previous lovers treated you poorly in or out of the bedroom; they treated you as if you were a fragile flower in and out of the bedroom, and that was the issue.

It was not an issue outside the bedroom: you loved being doted upon, having your every wish and command acted upon without question. Yet, when it came to inside the sheets -- you preferred it hard. It was simple, the easiest thing to grasp in your mind, but your previous lovers seemed to absorb the information as well as glass absorbs water; it doesn't.

It appeared hopeless until you had met Thorin.

The journey to the Misty Mountains had been treacherous. One that had left all members littered with new bumps and bruises, as well as new scars that littered their bodies alongside bruised, potentially even fractured, bones.

Throughout the journey, the company of dwarves experienced several hard struggles. Ones that took them many hours, if not days, to resolve; their nights often spent pondering as they gazed upon the stars. Yet, the stars held no answers regarding the hardest hassle they had dealt with: convincing you to accept aid.

It was not if you were neglecting yourself; you accepted food and medical aid when needed, yet you refused items the company of dwarves attempted to gift you -- such as new clothes and boots. You had been perfectly fine repairing your clothes when you had a moment. After all, the cloak you journeyed with had covered any tears within your outfit, so it was not as if the world could see the flesh the cloth once shielded.

You reminded yourself that you had to travel light: extra luggage meant extra weight, which meant extra aches and pains from lugging around said weight all day. Yet, there had been the odd occasion upon your travels where an item had caught your eye.

You had managed to stay strong until you passed it. The most beautiful pair of boots you had yet to see, in a color you adored and a style you knew was comfortable for travel: they looked perfect. You could not help but approach the stall, making small talk with the woman who ran it as you examined the boots from afar; they even appeared to be your size!

It appeared to be too good to be true, and that it was. You had been a few coins short of purchasing them, and attempting to barter the boots down to what you had was out of the question -- you needed the coins to pay for your next meal.

"How much?" The dwarven king asked from beside you, his sharp sapphire gaze glued upon the same boots. The suddenness of his deep voice startled you as you were quick to look at him, as he stood there with his arms crossed at his chest, leaning back slightly, a stance he often did while in thought.

"How much for the boots?" The dwarf repeated the question in a low and serious tone as his gaze rose from the boots to the seller. The seller calmly restated the price for the item in question, earning an amused "That's all?" from the dwarven king as he handed over the payment without hesitation.

Yet, the boots did not remain in the dwarven king's hands for long, as they quickly fell into your grasp as he thrust them into your arms.

"Hurry up." The command left his thin lips in a low tone as the heat of his gaze examined your body from head to toe. "We need to find a tailor; you're practically in rags." The words became distant, accompanied by the tap of his boots against the creaking wooden dock. A creaking almost as hard as when the frame of your bed shakes as he pleasures you.

The sharp thump of the bedframe bouncing against the wall danced throughout the air, accompanied by the melody of your moans as the dwarven king continued to drive his hips into yours. Each inch of his hardness pounded into you, the squelching click of skin slapping against one another growing as loud in the air as the bedframe against the wall.

His hands would tightly grasp upon your legs, your legs spread upon his shoulders, new boots upon your feet as they bounced slightly against his back with every hard thrust of the king's hips. His gaze upon you would be lustful as a smirk spread upon his thin lips.

"That's it." He'd breathe, his breath caressing your face as he leaned down, pushing you further into the bed and pushing further into you, allowing every inch of his cock to have a chance inside of you before sliding out. "Give me every inch of you. Show me why I spoil you." He'd purr, lips hovering a breath above yours as his eyes remained locked onto yours. 

His harsh gaze would urge you further into submission, to give into the hardness of his thrusts and the hardness of his cock.

A hardness that left you utterly entranced: how it stretched your inner walls perfectly, carving itself deep into your center as the rhythmic pulsations of his lust lulled you closer to the brink of release. 

The dwarven king was far harder in many ways compared to your past lovers, yet it was a hardness you craved. 

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- fili

Better. The terms of your love life had always been lackluster. The lovers of your past rarely managed to wow you, and upon the rare occasion that they managed to, it always appeared to come with terms and conditions.

It never felt as if you were the priority, yet you sat idly by for many years as you patiently awaited with the hope that a lover would make you feel special, wanted, and better than any had before. And, as if an answer to your nights of blandness, Fili came into your life.

And he was better.

The moment you had met, the golden-haired prince had whisked you off your feet. It was not through his title, nor was it through lavish gifts or promises that would be broken, no. He listened.

You had been enthusiastically speaking of a weapon you had found upon your travels, going into depths about the elaborate carvings upon it and what origins you had suspected it to be. You had been raving about this weapon for many paths now, excitedly showing whoever would listen.

"And, best of all, I haven't needed to--" The words had stalled in your mouth as you noticed how the dwarven company rolled their eyes at your rambling. A heat began to spread beneath the flesh of your face as your lips shut suddenly, and the warmth of embarrassment began to spread from the center of your chest as your gaze fell.

"Haven't needed to what?" A familiar voice had spoken, one deep and full of warmth. "I am listening. And I would like to see this magnificent weapon." The golden-haired prince spoke, a smile upon his thin lips as your gaze lifted from the ground and onto him.

The warmth within your chest had quickly eased from the uncomfortable sensation it felt moments prior, as the speed at which your heart raced now turned to various fluttering as your gemstone-colored eyes locked with his ocean-colored pair.

You had felt the harshness of his calloused palm upon the back of your hand, gently rotating your hand to fit into his before he applied a soft pressure upon it, a reassuring squeeze as the smile upon his thin lips softened.

"Go on." A phrase the golden-haired prince had used for various events. The most frequent was not in comfort, though it always made you feel better when he spoke it while he was deep inside you.

The thickness of his manhood would stretch out your inner walls, expanding them to mold perfectly around his throbbing cock, feeling the pulsation of his heartbeat, his arousal, within one of the most sensitive parts of him.

His thrusts would be deep and slow, allowing you to feel every inch of his throbbing length as his eyes scanned your face. It was as if you were a novel, and he was reading you, jotting down mental notes of what made you gasp in pleasure and what made you hiss in pain.

The bed would creak rhythmically, the headboard hitting against the wall, creating a beat that danced alongside the melody of your moans.

"That's it." His tone would be full of praise as he stroked your cheek; the sensation of his calloused thumb brushing against the flesh of your cheek would send a wave of pleasure down your body. "Let me hear how good it feels." The heat of his breath caresses your face as he leans closer to you, causing his thrusts to deepen as he does so: ensuring his cock reaches the most sensitive and pleasurable spots within your core.

That was what you adored about Fili; it wasn't only his pleasure he did this for, but your pleasure as well.

Your lips would entwine with his, your moans muffled against his thin lips as he continued the same pleasurable pace. The faint taste of ale lingered upon his lips, becoming more apparent as you parted your lips, giving his tongue access to yours.

Tongues entwined in a sloppy dance, breaths becoming uneven and deepened until you both parted. Lungs expanded vastly as the pair of you gasped for air, a string of saliva connecting your lips as your gazes met.

"I love every sound you make, every noise that escapes your beautiful lips." Fili would breathe, his lips curved into a lopsided grin as his hips continued to jut against yours, ensuring that the familiar tingle of pleasure would roam throughout your body before he would even recognize the knot within his abdomen. That your hands would grasp at the sheets of the bed, or your nails would claw down his toned back before he would allow his grip to tighten upon the flesh of your hips. 

That your lips would be stuck open as a slew of moans fell from them before he uttered a single curse of pleasure. That the sweet nectar of your being would cascade upon your skin before he allowed his seed to paint your sensitive inner walls, or allow it to coat the flesh of your abdomen.

He cared for your pleasure as much as he cared for you. He was simply better.

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- kili

Faster. The speed at which your love life progressed had always been slow. The lovers of your past seemed to enjoy silly games instead of commitment, and for the rare few who desired something more -- they seemed to move even slower.

It felt drawn out. It felt as if your previous lovers had held a meeting on how to waste your time, yet you held onto faith that you would find a lover who wanted to belong to you as much as you wished to belong to them.

And though your heart had yearned for a faster pace in terms of romance, you were not prepared for the fast dwarven prince.

The night air nipped at the flesh of your skin, and the soft crackling of the campfire danced alongside the sounds of the woods and your dwarven companions. Some of your companions were off eating their stew, a mix of mushrooms and other things they had managed to forage within the woods, though you'd never question where they found the meat or spices that went into it.

The low chatter of their voices nearly muffled the gentle sounds of the fire; the soft sway of its light and warmth reminded you of its presence as your gaze remained glued to the stars above. It was a brief moment of peace within the sea of chaos that had become your life, and though you had lost the comforts of home, the dwarven prince who sat beside you had found those comforts within you.

The sound of your voice, the scent of your skin, the light that shimmered within your eyes; you became his home on the road. Yet, he had been too nervous to say anything until that night.

Either overcome with confidence or immense stupidity, the dwarven prince could not help but blurt out the three words that had been swirling around his mind since the moment he laid eyes upon you.

"I love you." His voice echoed throughout the makeshift campsite, his amber gaze glued upon your face, and a sea of laughter erupted from his fellow companions. The heat of his cheeks burned as bright as the fire before him, yet he did not back down as your sparkling gaze met his. "Y/N, I love you." He repeated, his confident voice wavering as the words left his lips. A wavering you would hear in far more intimate events.

The rapid thumps of the bedframe bouncing against the wooden wall echoed throughout the not-so-silent room. The sounds of the bed were so close together in pace that a thump barely had enough time to become an audible sound before another came in its place, masking the previous one as fast as it was made.

His cock raced within you, desperately stretching out the inner walls of your core, as his face was buried within the crook of your neck. The heat of his short, quick breaths tickled the side of your neck as he inhaled your scent.

"So good." The words wavered in pleasure upon his lips, hanging upon the tip of his tongue before escaping in more of a whimper than a moan. "You feel so good." His words would become a full whine of pleasure as he held onto you.

His hands would be tightly clenching at your arms, grasping so tightly that his nails would begin to dig into your skin. A delicious twinge of pain and pleasure flooded your sensations as his cock would continue to rapidly carve itself deep inside you.

His breaths would come out as quickly as his movements, each harsh thrust a silent devotion of his love, his neediness for you. His head would remain buried in the crook of your neck, allowing his whimpers to vibrate against the exposed skin as the burn within his hips grew hotter.

His body moved like a well-oiled machine, never ceasing in action as it brought you closer and closer to the brink of release. And as fast as you were thrown overboard, drowning in the sea of pleasure, the dwarven prince dived in after you.

He was far faster than your exes, yet he always ensured you came first in all scenarios.

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[theglassofmiddleearth]

Imagine breaking the dwarves out of the dungeons of The Woodland Realm.

Ori: "We're never gonna reach the mountain are we?" *He laments*

Bilbo: "Not stuck in here, you're not." *Jingles the keys*

Y/N appears, eating a cake?

Y/N: "Didya know they were having a feast? Bloody good food they have. And the wine! You guys want any? I think I can go-"

Balin: "Bilbo!"

*All erupt into excited chatter*

Y/N: "Wha- What am I? Chopped liver?"

*Munches angrily*

Kili: "It's okay Y/N I'll share with you!"

Fili: "Yeah, come on give us some!"

*Y/N grins and breaks the cake into three pieces.*

Bilbo: "Shh! There are guards nearby!"

*One by one they escape down to the cellar.*

Bofur: "You're suppose to be leading us OUT! Not further in!"

Bilbo: "I know what I'm doing."

Bofur: "Shh!"

Bilbo: "Into the barrels! Quickly now."

Dwalin: "Are you mad? They'll find us."

Bilbo: "No no, they won't I promise you. Please, please you must trust me"

Thorin: "Do as he says."

*They clamber in and Y/N stays out.*

Y/N: "Go Bilbo. into the barrel with Thorin quickly."

Thorin: "Y/N, what are you-"

Y/N: "I will see you at the gate."

Balin: "What gate?"

Y/N: "Hold your breath everyone."

*Y/N pulls the lever and they are all dropped into the river.*

Y/N: "Well, that was fun! Now, let's play some hide and seek shall we?"

*Y/N slips past the guards and out of the palace and up into the light. They spot the dwarves in the river and begins her run towards them*

Legolas: "Shut the gate" (in Sindarin)

Y/N: "No no! Don't do that!"

The guards look at her strangely before beginning to shut the gate.

*Y/N groans and mumbles*

Y/N: "This is gonna hurt like a bitch isn't it. Where's Tauriel when you need her. Stupid world doesn't even have her in it. Stupid movie made me think she was an actual character"

*She huffs while running towards the gate*

Y/N "ORCS! WATCH OUT!"

*A guard is stuck by an arrow.*

Y/N: "Fucks sake."

*The Orcs rampage through the top of the closed gates, persuing fights with the Elven guards.*

Bofur: "Orcs! Watch out!"

Bolg: "Slay them all" (Dark Speech)

*Y/N fires an arrow at him, striking him in the arm*

Y/N: "Take a shower, you STINK."

*Y/N runs towards the fighting dwarves.*

*Kili spots the lever to open the gate.*

Y/N: "NO, STAY PUT. DON'T MOVE KILI."

*Y/N dashes towards him while he gets up to pull the lever.*

Y/N: "NO."

*Bolg pulls out Y/N's arrow from his arm and draws his own, notching it in his bow. He aims it at Kili.*

Y/N: "KILI."

*Y/N lunges towards Kili, pushing him out of the way, the arrow strikes her through the leg. With a gasp she doubles over, clutches onto the lever and pulls it down.*

Y/N: "Ah, fuck."

A/N

For continuance sake, don't read ahead if you want to follow the normal story line. However if you wish to read this as a separate imagine read ahead!

*She gasps and struggles to stand. She bites down on her lip and forces the arrow out, snapping off the feathered end and pulling it out. Kili drags her over the edge of the gate and Y/N slips into a barrel with him below*

Kili: "Y/N! Y/N I'm so sorry I should have listened I-"

Y/N cries out in pain as they tumble down the stream, each knock jolting her wound.

Y/N: "Apologies later. Escape now."

*The company battles the Swarm of Orcs from the stream whilst drifting down the stream, aided by Legolas and his army.*

Thorin: "Anything behind us?"

Nori: "Not that I can see!"

Bofur: "I think we've out run the Orcs."

Thorin: "Not for long. We've lost the current."

Dwalin: "Bombur's half drowned."

Thorin: "Make for the shore! Come on let's go!."

Øin: "Glóin, help me brother."

Kili: "Y/N is hurt. Her leg needs binding."

Y/N Groans quietly before answering.

Y/N: "I'm fine. Not able to die, Just hurts. Better me than Kili. Orc pack on our tail, Need to..

*Y/N grits her teeth*

Need to keep moving."

Thorin: "To where? There's a lake between us and that mountain you need that rest."

Y/N: "A barge, a man will have a boat. Help me up, I'll show you the way. Let's go."

*Kili and Fili lift her up and they hobble away.*

Y/N: "I should do this more often if it means two pretty men will carry me."

Thorin: "I think not. Next time, I will carry you over my shoulder and you will have no say."

*Y/N blinks owlishly.*

[astraariel]

flores amarillas (a devotion of love)

pairing: fili x mexican!reader (kinda?)

summary: after being thrown into Middle Earth randomly, Fili surprises you with an act of love, reminding you of your life back home.

september 21st - when someone gives someone else yellow flowers on this day, it means you have undying loyalty and love for that person and can be used as a symbol wishing to spend the rest of your days with that person.

word count: 2.4K

warnings: none

tags: tooth-rotting fluff; nobody dies/everyone lives!au; modern character in middle earth!au

author’s note: I am so sorry for being gone for a whole year, oops. here is a fic I wrote in a couple of hours bc I randomly got the urge to write again… my hyperfixation of lotr/the hobbit has made it’s return so I hope you guys love Fili as much as I do <3

so when I daydream, obviously I do it by how it pertains to myself and my culture so this technically is a mexican!reader insert since it's a holiday from my culture BUT it’s a cute holiday nonetheless so I wanted to write about it. this will probably be the only specific reader fic I write because I don’t want to narrow my broadness bc I try to write for any READER! (ig I also write just fem!reader but I digress)

am I posting this a month after the date? yes, yes I am. but who cares! I still wanted to write this and I think it will help me get out of my slump and make me try to write more…

for the sake of the fic (and my mind) the dwarves have the same calendar system as us... I can not mentally try to convert when September 21st would be for them lol. anyways, enjoy and ignore any grammar mistakes♡

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

The sound of your footsteps echoed around the grand halls of Erebor, the quiet murmurs and shuffling of all the dwarves doing their jobs filled the air as you walked toward the gates.

Thorin had dismissed Fili of his duties for the day as crown prince, allowing him to skip all his meetings he normally would be in attendance to.

As soon as Fili had gotten the news, he ran to find you so he could make sure to steal you away for the day. 

So here you currently were, making your way to where Fili was so he could surprise you with whatever he had planned for your date.

Looking back on your life now to what it was back in your world, was bizarre to say the least. You’ve grown accustomed to your new life here in Middle Earth, but it had taken you a bit to adjust to it. Having been fond of the books made you excited to live and breathe the words you had read as a kid in real life.

Finding yourself stumbling around the Shire at the same time when the company had been instructed to meet at Bilbo’s house, changed your life for the better. 

Once Thorin had begrudgingly allowed your presence into the company, you quickly learned how the quest had been a long and exhausting one. Hours and hours of the dwarves grilling you on where you came from, what your world was like, and what you were doing there had your head spinning. Eventually, it turned from weariness to genuine curiosity so you had found yourself on quiet nights around the fire, surrounded by thirteen dwarves, a hobbit, and a wizard telling them about random facts from your world. 

The company slowly began warming up to you in their own ways, but you grew exceptionally close to the two younger brothers. 

Many nights with Fili and Kili had you going on and on about your life back home. Kili’s incessant questions and curiosity allowed you to run your mouth over and over about random aspects of your life and made you grow fond of him immediately. Fili, on the other hand, was a bit quieter, shaking his head at his brother’s antics and having more thoughtful questions that had you reminiscing on old memories.

Nonetheless, you began to care for them even with the many nights that had you dreading the end of the quest and the final battle that the dwarves found themselves in before reclaiming their homeland. 

You originally didn’t want to get close to any of them, the fact that you already knew their fate and they didn't, ate at you everyday. You kept your distance at first, the anticipatory grief already settling in once you had made eye contact with the brothers that very first day was already too much. And yet, you still found yourself laughing and opening up to them throughout the quest. 

Especially Fili. 

His blue eyes captivated your mind, they beckoned you to get closer to him, to ask him questions about his life back home in the Blue Mountains. About his childhood, his hobbies, his likes and dislikes; he made you fall in love with him after your very first conversation. 

Of course, you couldn’t voice that. He was the crown prince, who was currently on a quest to reclaim his motherland. 

And of course also because…the ending.

You weren’t sure how your presence in Middle Earth and on the quest would affect the outcome, but if you couldn’t change what happened, you wanted to save yourself that grief. 

And yet, when Fili presented the courting bead he had been creating late at night during the journey, you accepted it wholeheartedly. 

You were a selfish creature. 

Thankfully, you did everything in your power to keep everyone alive, after long and anxious nights of sitting by all of the Durin’s beds they all healed from the battle and began their new lives in Erebor.

You began your new life in Erebor as well, with Fili. 

A voice shouting your name shook you from your thoughts. 

“Amrâlimê, you look beautiful as ever.” Fili came into view as you processed his comment.

Smiling, you leaned over to kiss him. “Thank you, you look wonderful as well.”

Grinning, he took your hand. “Come, I have an amazing day planned for us, ghivashel.”

♡‧₊˚

Your fingers traced the lines on Fili’s hand as the two of you laid in the grass, still recuperating from the spontaneous race up the hill where you currently both laid atop of.

After a bit of silence, Fili’s voice rang in your ear. “Did you have fun, my love?” 

Sitting up on your arm, you look over at him. “Of course I did, I always enjoy myself when I’m with you.”

Fili looks over at you, “Flattery,” he grabs your hand and kisses it, “careful fair maiden, you may just create an admirer out of me with your words.”

Giggling at your mushy banter, you smile over at him. His golden waves framed his face perfectly in the fading daylight. His eyes crinkling in happiness as he looked over at you made you swoon inside.

Fili stands abruptly, extending his hand out to you. “Come, follow me, I figured we could have a picnic under the stars like old times.” 

Fili leads you off to the side into a fenced off area where you knew the few botanist dwarves cultivated their flowers. 

Once the two of you entered, your eyes were met with a blanket in the middle of the garden with an area of food and desserts displayed along with blankets that the two of you could use for the coming night chill.

“When did you do this? You were with me all day?” Your confused face followed Fili’s figure that was walking toward the sitting area.

Fili sends you a cheeky grin. “I may or may not have bribed Kili to do this for me with the guarantee that I’d cover for him with Uncle so he can sneak off with Tauriel next week.”

Scoffing, you shake your head. “Kili will do anything but confront Thorin about being with Tauriel, he needs to just suck it up and tell your Uncle he’s in love with an elf.”

Fili hums in agreement as he guides you further toward the blanket. You situate yourself as you look over the treats that Fili (Kili) had laid out for you.

The two of you quietly begin snacking as you gaze at the sky when Fili breaks the silence. “I’m very lucky to have you, amrâlimê, I thank whatever power that put you in my world because I was able to meet and love you.”

Rolling your eyes, you turn away from Fili, “you're so sappy.” Glancing at him again you smile, you never will get used to his random confessions of love he does. You don't think the butterflies will ever go away, he constantly makes your heart want to burst out of your chest with how fast it always beats around him. 

The amount of love you have for Fili has never been like anything you’ve experienced. Whenever you think or look at him your heart swells, just being in his presence sends a calming effect through you and yet simultaneously, a tsunami of intense emotion. You've never had any love like it before.

You agreed with what he said, you truly thank whatever power placed you in the Shire when it did.

“I know we don’t really see each other often since I'm so busy-” Fili begins.

“Fee, I know you have responsibilities, I understand.” 

Fili just stares and smiles at you for a second. “I know you do, Mahal, I love you so much.” After a split second he says, “I’ll be right back.”

The random shift of tone catches you by surprise eliciting a laugh from you, “What?” 

“I’ll be right back!” He gives no other explanation before running off in a direction leaving you. 

“Ok?” You’re left confused, but amused at your lover’s antics.

A few minutes pass by before you hear footsteps returning, your head turns in the direction of the sound and you find Fili’s figure holding something behind his back.

“What are you hiding,” you giggle, “What’s behind your back, Fee?” Leaning over you try to get a glimpse at the mystery behind him.

He doesn't say anything as he bends down to get on his knee so he can be closer at your eye level to your figure reclining on the ground. 

You look at him expectantly waiting for him to start.

“I wanted to make this a grand gesture, but I was panicking and Kili’s fed up with me constantly going on and on about this day but…”

Titling your head, you question, “This day?” 

Fili seems to stop his rambling and pulls his arms from behind. “It’s the 21st of September.”

You let out a surprise gasp before sitting up. You had noted on the calendar in your room that it was the 21st but expected nothing from it since you weren't in your own world.

And yet here was Fili, kneeling with yellow flowers held out in front you. 

Your eyes scan over the array of yellow flowers that were held carefully with white paper in Fili’s hands.

“How did you-?” 

Fili smiles, “During the quest, remember?”

Your mind combed through your memories, attempting to recall the conversation. 

The company had been unknowingly making the journey to Rivendell (under Gandalf’s expense) which had evoked Kili’s curious side from the exhausting trek. You and the two brothers were walking side by side toward the back, when Kili had posed you with a new question from your life back in your world.

“Tells us more about your culture,” Kili nudges you, “not just your world but you specifically.”

Catching you by surprise, you think quickly for an answer. “Hmm…well from where I’m from, there's a specific day that a person may use to confess how they feel about you.” You're not really sure what compelled you to mention this specific custom, but your mouth opened before your mind could keep up with it.

Kili’s eyes brightened with your response, so you knew you’d have to unfortunately continue with the train of thought.

“Well, on the 21st of September, if someone gives you yellow flowers, it has meaning. A lot of people from my culture see receiving yellow flowers on this day as being a very important and caring act. It’s to some, very intimate, because not many express their emotions like this so when a person does, the significance is extraordinary.” Your eyes flick back to the brothers.

Clearing your throat, you looked forward in embarrassment.

Great. You’ve just opened that can of worms out to the two brothers who you’ve barely met, as well as whoever else was currently eavesdropping in your conversation.

Not having felt the change in air with you, Kili continued to ask, “Have you been gifted yellow flowers before?”

Still not making eye contact with either of the brothers, you sighed. “No, I have not.” Clicking your tongue you continued, “I think perhaps it’s because the people who I have dated didn’t know about the meaning. I mean, even if they did, I don’t think the flowers would mean much because the relationships never worked out.” You shrugged lamely.

It’s not like you’re admitting all your past relationships were a bust, it just wasn't the type of love that was true. If any of your exes had gifted you yellow flowers, you're not sure if it would’ve had the type of impact you’ve always imagined. All your relationships had their highs, but they also had their lows, hence why they all ended and why none of them had gifted you your yellow flowers. 

You still had the hopeless romantic thought that The One would come into your life and you’d know if they were The One if they gifted you your flores amarillas like you've dreamed of. 

“Ah, well that’s interesting!” You looked over as Kili smiled at you, apparently losing interest in the conversation. Glancing at Fili, you noted that he seemingly wasn't paying attention to your entire spiel; thankfully in his own thoughts.

Your mind reels back from the memory. You knew exactly why you didn't remember that because you were embarrassed for the rest of the day because you had gotten emotional during the conversation. While you were already getting close to the brothers, you still were embarrassed that so early on you had opened up about your pathetic love life so much that you blocked it from your mind.

“I thought you weren’t listening when I was talking about that to Kili?” You questioned.

“Of course I was listening, every time you spoke I was captivated.” Fili’s smile softens.

Biting your lip in an attempt to stop yourself from grinning, you let him continue.

“When you had answered Kili's question with that, it took me by surprise but I found myself enamored by the way you spoke about the custom. So when I heard you speak about your culture, I knew it meant a lot to you not only due to the meaning but because it reminded you of your world.” He reaches a hand toward you, “While I am thankful you're here with me, I know that you also were pulled from the world you knew, so by talking about your culture it comforted you.” 

Your eyes began to water, God, you truly loved him. 

“I knew I wanted to incorporate this day in our lives so I thought what better yet than to propose to you with something that reminded you of your culture back home.” 

Your eyes widen, “I knew you were my One the moment I set eyes on you. So, will you marry me, amrâlimê? Will you grant me the privilege of spending the rest of your life in your new home with me?” 

“Of course I’ll marry you, Fili.” Leaping over you toppled both of your bodies to the ground with your hug. 

Landing on your sides, Fili pulls away quickly, “Don’t crush your flowers!” 

“Oh, oops, sorry.” You laugh before grabbing and smelling the bouquet, “Where’d you get these?” 

“Oh, I got them in Dale this morning,” 

“Oh my gosh.”

He laughs, “Yeah I’ve been writing to a botanist who has a flower shop in town, because I was wanting real yellow flowers for you.” 

“Flores amarillas.”

“What?” Fili looks at you.

“Flores amarillas, it means yellow flowers in Spanish.”

He smiles at you and slowly repeats, “flores amarillas.”

Giggling, you nodded.

Grinning at Fili, you made a mental note to teach him Spanish.

[mlmxreader]

So Lucky | Fili x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ 145 "Fuck, am I glad to see you"

137 talking around a campfire

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: ̗̀➛ You await for Fili to come back to you, just one more time.

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You waited with somewhat held breath for the Company to return to the small camp you had made; they had told you to wait, as you were the most likely to be able to escape quickly and quietly should any trouble occur while they were gone, and you were the most likely to be quickest at warning them.

The skies were pure black, massive explosions of clouds covering every star with a thick smog; silence was only just droned out by the crackle and pop of the fire in front of you. Red and orange flames dancing with bright yellow sparks that soon died out; it wasn't exactly the most exciting thing in Middle Earth to watch.

You used to enjoy nights like that. Sat in front of the fire, cuddled into Fili's side or sat on his lap; cool air against bare skin and your lips against his neck. His hands on your back and this thick, rough, fingers against your soft skin. Talking about everything and nothing all at once.

You hoped that he was alright. Thorin said he would look after him for you, but you weren't so sure anymore. They were in constant danger at every turn, and you knew what Fili and Kili were like; it was only natural that you felt some anxiety and some apprehension about the entire situation.

But as you sat there, staring into the fire, you could hear footsteps; they were heavy. Not an elf.

Careful. Not an orc.

Steady. Not a man.

No, those were the steps of dwarves, and amongst them, were the almost silent and meandering slaps of hobbit steps trailing behind.

You grinned, listening to the sound shuffle closer; the second you saw a head of golden hair with a long beard, you leapt into action, and quickly pinned him down on his back. Your knees either side of his hips, your hands pressed into his chest as you grinned and leaned down to press your head against his; your voice was weak with relief, on the verge of breaking.

"Oh, thank fuck!" You breathed out as he laughed loudly. "Fuck, am I glad to see you!"

For a moment, Fili allowed himself to revel in how happy you were to see him, to touch his skin and to be so close; he grinned, holding onto every second until his uncle beckoned him - and you - to sit around the fire with everybody else.

It was a hesitant and reluctant move, but you and Fili managed it eventually; sitting with your knees touching and your hands clasped together as you refused to stop looking at one another.

The rest of the Company's conversations seemed to fade into distant chattering, becoming birds in the early morning trees as you and Fili just stared at each other.

"Are you sure you're alright?" You murmured quietly, loud enough only for his ears to pick it up.

Fili nodded, giving your hand a little squeeze just to add emphasis that he was truly fine. "A few bruises, but otherwise spotless. I promise."

You nodded, daring to smile a little bit as you raised your brows. "Do you want me to kiss them better?"

"I would love that," he admitted with a small grin. "But I don't think there's anywhere we can sneak off to just yet."

You could only agree as you hummed and move to sit on his lap; Fili welcomed the presence, resting his head on your shoulder as he kept your body steady against his own. The others didn't bat an eye.

They knew you and Fili were going to be wed once the mountain was reclaimed, and did not see why you shouldn't show such blatant affection for one another.

"So," Thorin spoke up as he cleared his throat. "Have you two decided on when the wedding will be?"

You nodded eagerly as you grinned. "We said the summer."

Fili grinned as he nodded in agreement. "Late summer."

You leaned into him, proudly holding his hand on your lap. "But... we want you to do the honours, Thorin."

He furrowed his brows, shaking his head. "I couldn't possibly."

"Please," you asked softly. "Just this one kindness?"

He considered it for a moment. Sure, he would have liked to have seen the wedding of his nephew and his childhood love - but he doubted he would be alive to see it; he clenched his jaw. Perhaps he could do you both a kindness and say yes, even though he knew better.

Slowly, Thorin nodded. "Fine. I will do it as a kindness to you both."

Fili shook your hand a bit, grinning when you turned to him and kissed him softly. "I love you."

"I know," you murmured softly, raking a hand through his beard gently. Watching the campfire flames dance in his eyes. "You need to wash so fucking bad, you're covered in filth."

He laughed softly as he nodded and swallowed thickly. "Maybe in the morning. It's a bit late now, don't you think?"

You agreed quietly, snuggling into him and sighing heavily. Now he was back, the long hours were starting to dawn on you, and you could feel your body start to protest with being awake; Fili's warmth didn't help as you leaned your head against him and slowly closed your eyes.

He let his grip grow a bit tighter, making sure that you were steady against him as he talked quietly with his uncle, brothers, and the rest of his kin; when they noticed that you were dozing off, they all dropped their voices to be quieter.

You had been up since before it was light, it was the least that they could do for you.

Thorin cleared his throat, grabbing Fili's attention as quietly as he possibly could. "You chose well, nephew. They're good for you."

Fili grinned as he gently traced your jaw. "I know. I'm lucky, aren't I?"

"Very!" Kili jeered quietly. "You'd think that they'd have more taste!"

"Show some respect," Thorin huffed. "They'll be kin, once they're married to Fili."

But Fili could only smile, letting you sink down with your head in his lap as he gently stroked your arm. He really was so fucking lucky.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

The Siren's Song - Fili X Female Reader

Title: The Siren's Song

Fili X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Bilbo (Mentioned), Thorin, Kili, Bofur, Bifur, Nori, Ori, Bombur, Azog (Mentioned), Other Hobbit peeps (Mentioned), Gandalf (Mentioned), Smaug (Mentioned), and the rest of the Company (Mentioned)

WC: 3,223

Warnings: The Hobbit canon violence, death of main characters mentioned, Reader is a Siren, murder mentioned, flesh-eating fish mentioned, yelling, fighting (verbal), flirting, sassy/sarcastic Reader, blood mentioned, weapons mentioned, crying, angst, threats, orc death (yay), vomit mentioned, Everybody Lives AU, and fluffy ending

The company had been walking for hours it seemed. And they probably had been walking for hours, but the point is that their feet were hurting and they were in dire need of some rest. Though, as stubborn as the King was, Thorin kept going. 

"No time for rest," He'd say as most of the company groaned, "We must make it to the next town before sundown." 

But it had been hours. Walking and walking. They didn't even have ponies to ride on, and their backs hurt as they carried their heavy bags, supplies, and weapons. They wanted a break, they needed a break. Yet, their King wasn’t as merciful.

As the hot afternoon sun shone down on the Dwarves and one Hobbit, the bright forest they were wandering through, turned into a misty dark wood. The aura and atmosphere of the forest changed drastically with the change in temperature. The air was cooler as well as the smell, and the leaves crunched underfoot with every step they took. 

Then, suddenly, the air turned freezing cold. It felt like an icy blast hit them all at once, making it feel as if they were standing on a high snowy mountain. They stayed quiet, wary of everything around them, even some pulling out their weapons, just in case. The company looked around, trying to find any sign of danger.

"Be still." Thorin commanded, his eyes narrowing as he looked around him, "Be at the ready for anything."

Then, suddenly, there was singing, coming from somewhere ahead of them. The song was enchanting and sweet, and it made the Company feel slightly more at ease. It was beautiful and melodious, almost like a lullaby; it sent shivers down the Company’s spines.

Fili felt his heartbeat quicken as his mind began to fog, and he couldn't seem to keep up with his thoughts. His head swam with emotions. Was it really a song? Was it just his imagination? He could see himself humming along to the melody, swaying back and forth… It was hypnotic and entrancing. Fili felt as if he was walking on a cloud, as his eyes drooped in a heavy daze until he stopped; pausing mid-step. The fog in his head slowly dissipated, as Fili blinked rapidly; confused. He looked around in panic, watching as the rest of the Company, even his Uncle, slowly, sluggishly walked towards a large lake.

Hypnotized, the Company headed straight for the dark lake, which seemed to be the source of the voice they were all hearing. The water was dark, deep, and misty; however, they didn't care about the lake -- they were all too enthralled by the beautiful song that came from within its depths.

Fili, who had broken free from the hypnotizing song, noticed something as he stared at the lake. Near the middle of it, there was a face, peaking out of the murky waters with bright eyes.

Fili watched as the eyes widened when he realized that the Company was walking closer and closer to what he realized was a Siren. He ran over to the front of the lake, pushing Thorin away from it just in time. Thorin's glazed-over eyes blinked, as he snapped out of his hypnotized state. He quickly realized the severity of the situation and with the help of his eldest nephew, they shook awake the rest of the Company.

"Oh..." The Siren from the waters sighed, "You're no fun." 

Thorin turned and glared at you, "What did you do to us?" He demanded and you sighed, rolling your eyes.

"Hypnotized you with my song." You said simply. "A girl's gotta eat."

Kili furrowed his eyebrows, "You eat Dwarves?"

You let out a hauntingly beautiful laugh, "Oh no!" You giggled out, "I hypnotize people to become bait for me to eat. I sing, lure unsuspecting victims in, pull them into the lake, and then the flesh-eating fish will feast on you... While I feast on them."

There was a tense silence after you finished speaking. Then, Thorin spoke up, "Well, you are not going to turn us into a meal!" He exclaimed, making you roll your eyes in annoyance.

"Well, I can't now. For one of you Dwarves has broken out of my spell." Your gaze slid over to stare at Fili before you slipped into the waters below. Fili looked around the lake before you popped out of the water, right in front of Fili; surprising him. "How did you do it?" You tilted your head to the side, your wet hair matted to your head, and parts of your face. "You should have drowned. How do you escape my enchantments?" You questioned. Fili opened his mouth to respond, but he closed it again. His heart was racing, and the blood rushed to his cheeks. You were the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. You smirked when you noticed and laughed softly. 

Thorin pushed Fili behind him, pointing his sword right in your face, making your eyes cross. "Stand back, Siren Temptress." He growled, "Or else we shall skewer you where you stand!"

Your eyebrow raised, amused. “Tempress?” You asked. Fili was shocked at how calm you sounded, despite being threatened, but also surprised at how little effect the threat had. “No one's ever called me that one before. I must say... I like it. But then again, no one's ever fallen out of my spells before." You smirked, tilting your head to the side to stare at Fili again; something about him fascinated you.

"I do not know." Fili answered, "I just felt this pull, and I could think again."

You hummed, "Well..." You ran your gaze across his figure, "You must be special." You mused. "So... Where are you all heading?" You asked and Thorin brought your attention back to him.

"Do not speak as if you had not tried to kill us all."

You glared up at Thorin, pushing the tip of the sword away from your face, "Do you not know that it's quite impolite to point a sword at a lady?"

Thorin scowled, "And yet you tried to harm us!"

"Now, now, Thorin. You play too rough," You chastised, placing a finger on your lips coyly, "That's hardly fair. I didn't mean to harm anyone. It's just my nature." Your brows lowered and you pout your lips.

His glare seemed to harden as he stared at you, "How do you know of me?"

"Oh, your reputation precedes you... Your Highness." Your words dripped with sarcasm and you chuckled, flicking your tail out of the water when Thorin flinched. That comment had hit a nerve. "I may be able to help you, you know." You hummed, eyes slyly dragging your gaze from Thorin to Fili. "I can hypnotize others. You might need me." You let out a dramatic sigh, “And, I’d just love to get out of this lake.”

Fili felt a slight chill run down his spine and he swallowed nervously; he couldn’t stop staring at you. "No! No, you will not come with us." Thorin yelled, as Kili nodded beside him.

"We can't have a Siren join the Company!" Bofur cried out as most of the other Dwarves nodded in agreement.

"I do not know..." Fili began, his eyes staring into yours, "She might be helpful."

The Company turned to look at the elder Prince, eyes wide in shock. "What!? Have you gone mad!?" Bifur exclaimed.

Nori nodded, "She'll eat us to bits, one by one!"

"He must be under her spell!" Ori shouted, backing away from you.

"Why would you want to help us!?" Bombur shouted.

"If we go with her, we all die!" Bofur yelled, trying to get through to Thorin.

Thorin ignored them as he stared at you, narrowing his eyes, "If you step one toe out of line, I will not hesitate to skewer you." He stated firmly.

Your eyes flashed gold, and you grinned devilishly, "Good thing you won't have to."

Your eyes flickered back to their original color, and you dipped the rest of your head back in the water. Fili furrowed his eyebrows as he stared at the water, confused and curious. He, and the rest of the Company, watched as the water bubbled as if it was boiling hot, and then, you rose out of the surface. Instead of your tail, it was replaced with legs, and thankfully whatever magic you used, had given you clothes. A simple billowy tunic, trousers, and boots. If anything, you were also ready for the adventure.

Thorin stared at you, skeptically before going ahead of the group, and leading the way. You saddled up beside Fili, incredibly intrigued by the Prince, and how he was able to break out of your spell. What was special about him? Was he truly immune to your charm? But, the longer you stared at him, the more you realized how handsome he was. His dirty blonde hair, striking blue eyes, and his little mustache braids… There was a sort of magnetism that drew you to him and made you feel like you wanted to be near him. It was strange.

"What should I call you, little Prince?" You asked, gaining his attention.

Fili turned to see you already looking at him, walking alongside him as you clasped your hands behind your back. "I am Fili." He introduced himself, face still flushed, "What is yours?" He asked, turning to face you.

"My name is Y/N." You replied, grinning.

Fili smiled at your response, "It suits you better than Siren."

"Hm. Or Temptress." You added, making him laugh lightly. Fili bit his lip, side-glancing at you with a playful smirk. You frowned slightly, "What are you grinning about?" You asked.

Fili shrugged, "Nothing really, just your company is nice."

"Is that so?" You raised an eyebrow teasingly, as Fili nodded.

"Yes."

You stopped and stared at him for a few moments before smiling, "Good. Because I think you are nice company too."

Kili couldn't help but overhear your conversation with his older brother, smiling slightly in amusement at the two of you. 

~~~

Over the past couple of weeks, you had grown closer to the Prince and grew to actually really like him. He was a good person, and he cared very deeply about the people he cared about. You admired that about him. You were starting to notice things about him that you hadn't noticed before. The way he twiddled with his thumbs or how his demeanor changed when near his brother…

You liked seeing Fili happy, you enjoyed spending time with him, and you found yourself falling deeper and deeper with every passing day. You knew that you were in deep, but you didn't care. All you cared about was Fili. You'd been keeping that thought to yourself though. For fear that he might think of you differently if he found out that you had feelings for him. You didn’t want to say it… But you would show him with your sweet gestures.

"What is it like, wandering and going on adventures?" You asked softly, not wanting to wake any of the sleeping Dwarves or gain the attention of Kili who was on night watch.

Fili hummed, staring up at the stars with you, side by side, "Well," He began, "Sometimes it is dangerous, but other times it is quite... Peaceful." He glanced over to you, seeing how your eyes gazed upon the sky. Your face was illuminated by the light coming from the fire which lit up the small area in which the Company had set up camp. You were beautiful, especially with the moonlight shining off your skin. Like a Goddess sent from Mahal himself.

You glanced over at him and looked away shyly. "I wish I could've seen the world more. All my life, I have been in that lake, doing as my parents had taught me." You paused, your fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. "I never thought I would get the chance to see the world." You continued. Fili turned to face you, frowning slightly in concern.

"I understand." He murmured. "For a long time, I wanted to go out on adventures when I was younger."

You bit your lip, before turning your head to the side, looking at Fili, "I'm sorry for almost killing you and your friends."

Fili shook his head, "There's nothing for you to apologize for. It was your nature." You smiled sadly, nodding slightly in understanding before looking back at the starry sky. "What is it like being a Siren?" Fili questioned, breaking the silence between the two of you, "Being able to change your form?"

You blinked, your thoughts suddenly taking a turn. "It is very tiring. To say the least. Swimming all day… It takes a lot of strength." You looked back over at him, "What is it like being a Prince?"

A sad sigh escaped Fili's lips and he glanced up at the sky, "It's difficult, I suppose." He paused, "But I wouldn't trade it for anything." He gave you a small grin. 

"Are you happy?" You asked him, and Filipused his lips, thinking before he nodded.

"Yes, I am happy." He looked back at you with his blue eyes, "Are you?"

You sighed, turning to look up at the stars as a shooting star flew by, "I am now." Your hand brushed against the soft grass, your hand bumping lightly into Fili's. His pinkie nudged yours, making your heart flutter. Slowly, his hand encased yours, and he squeezed gently, earning a small giggle from you.

"You're adorable." You said, giggling as he rolled his eyes playfully as his cheeks flushed once more.

"And you are enchanting, Y/N."

~~~

The Battle of the Five Armies was ongoing. There was so much blood and gore. You spent most, if not all of your time in your lake, so you never saw a battle like this before. You were doing your best to help Thorin and his Company, hypnotizing and mesmerizing orcs, forcing themselves to walk off cliffs or stab each other. The fighting was brutal, there was no mercy whatsoever. All dwarves, even though injured or wounded, refused to yield. It was overwhelming. But as you continued to sing, luring a bunch of orcs to kill one another, you took a glance around you, unable to find Fili; you went in search of him. 

You began to panic when you made your way to the castle ruins up high on the mountain, eyes widening as you watched Fili, being held by Azog on the broken balcony of the ruins. You froze, petrified as you watched Azog stab Fili in the back, before tossing him away. You screamed as tears streamed down your cheeks. Your blood-curdling scream echoed throughout the mountain, causing many to cover their ears as they began to ring; even some vomited from your piercing yell. You quickly rushed over, falling down on your knees, pulling Fili close to you, his head resting on your lap. Tears streamed from your eyes as you looked down at his pale form. A large pool of blood surrounded him, staining your pants and knees; but you didn’t care. As you looked down at him, you began to sing again, hoping that your song would somehow heal the wound on his back. But nothing happened. Your heart clenched painfully. You began to shake as you gazed at him helplessly, watching as your song slowly faded away, leaving a dead silence in its wake. 

Opening your eyes, you stared down at Fili's glazed-over eyes, your chest tightening, a painful lump forming in the pit of your stomach. Your breath hitched, choking back sobs as you placed your palm against the side of Fili's face. His cheek felt cold against your fingertips, making a whimper escape your lips. Biting your lip harshly, trying to stop yourself from crying, you pulled Fili close to you, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"Please... Don't leave me." You whispered in his ear, and you shut your eyes, letting out a shaky sigh.

Unbeknownst to you, the tears you had shed landed on Fili's cheeks, melting into his skin. And after a quick moment, he let out a faint groan, his eyes flickering open. Your eyes widened at his sudden sound, sitting upright as Fili let out a cough, wincing.

He opened his eyes, gazing up at you through half-closed eyelids. "Y/N?" He rasped. You looked at him, relief flooding over you as he sat up in front of you. You cupped his cheek, leaning forward, and placed a light kiss on his lips.

"You are awake." You breathed. He grinned softly.

"Am I dreaming? Is this real?" Fili asked, gazing intently at you.

"No, you're here. With me. You're alive." You responded, pressing your forehead against his own.

"I'm alive? How?" He asked softly, and you shook your head slightly.

"I do not know." You muttered, "But, I am oh-so glad you are alright." You let out a small laugh of relief.

"Me too, my Y/N." Fili told you, bringing his hands up to cup your face, and then pulling you towards him, kissing you tenderly. You returned the kiss, feeling relieved, and happy to finally have him back in your arms, safe and alive.

~~~

Thankfully, after the battle, Azog was killed by Thorin, and the battle for Erebor was won. Smaug was dead. And everyone, even the rest of the Company survived. You were currently lying beside Fili, who was snoring lightly while you traced circles onto his forearm, smiling slightly. Living in Erebor with your beloved was a dream come true. With help from Gandalf, you had found out about your merpeople. Along with that, you had found out the reason why Fili came back to life. Your tears. Your magic tears. Something you didn't even know about yourself. Which you were beyond grateful for.

You had fallen in love with Fili. He had fallen for you. You both loved each other so much that neither one of you ever felt like you could live without the other. You both were inseparable, never without each other; always be each other’s side. He was everything you needed and ever wanted. You loved him. You truly did. 

Fili stirred beside you, opening his eyes and staring sleepily down at you. You reached up, stroking his cheekbone with your thumb, a small smile gracing your features. "Hey, you're finally awake." You commented, brushing some strands of hair away from his face before fidgeting with his courtship braid.

Fili yawned, "How long has it been?"

You shrugged slightly. "Since we went to bed last night." You answered, flicking his mustache braids playfully. "How are you feeling?" You asked curiously.

Fili groaned lightly, reaching his hand up to cup your cheek. "Perfect." He replied, chuckling tiredly, his thumb running soothingly across your cheek. His eyes landed on yours, gazing dreamily.

"Good," You whispered softly. Fili chuckled lightly as he leaned forward, capturing your lips, kissing you passionately, and wrapping his arms around your waist. You smiled into the kiss, tilting your head slightly to deepen it. Pulling apart slightly, you rested your forehead against his. "I love you." You mumbled softly.

"And I, you, my Y/N." Fili smiled, pecking your lips softly.

[l-itraklies]

Okay, but like imagine a female reader, dwarf because yes, and once she comes to Erabor Fili is just like in absolute love. So like imagine she is a blacksmith, right, not a royal one just like an everyday blacksmith. I feel like Fili would come up with EVERY excuse to see her. Like, Thorin would be so done because it would be like

"Thorin we have to see how our people are"

"Thorin I need to go to the market"

"Kili has been gone a while, I'll go looking for him"

But, like once their acually married it's so much worse. Like, Dwalin would go to her for like an axe or something but then she's disappeared with Fili somewhere.

[fvck-the-patriarchy]

Bilbo: I am convinced Y/n and Kili share a brain cell.

Fili: And it's not in use very often, it seems.

[cowboybeepboop]

Magic

"Your hands are... quite magical, you know that?”

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x fem! Reader 

Genre: Smut

Word count: 4.3k 

Summary: Modern reader falls for Thorin and captures his heart. 

Warnings: Soft thorin, unprotected sex, handjob, p in v sex

a/n: Idk I’ve been wanting to write smth like this for a while so hopefully it’s good. Let me know if you have any requests and I hope you enjoy. I’m also currently in school so I’m trying to write in my free time but it’s a difficult balance 😣💔

Gandalf had come across you lost and confused, wandering the trails of the earth. You remembered him, his face, from a movie you had seen in your world. “Gandalf?” You called out to him suspiciously. 

"Hm?" He looked around then spotted you. "Ah! A human! What are you doing out here all alone in the middle of the wilderness?"

“I don’t.. I don’t know?” You reply, stepping closer to him seeking the warmth of another body. 

Your stomach growled, you have been wandering for hours, maybe even days. Your clothes aren’t from this world and aren’t proper hiking attire. 

You adjust the skirt of your dress as you stop in front of him. “I’m not sure where I am..”

His bushy eyebrows furrow at your strange, out-of-place clothes, and a bemused look crossed his face. 

He took a step closer, noting your exhaustion and the state of your attire. "I can see that. You don't belong here, do you?"

Gandalf assessed your weary state and wrapped his large cloak around you gently, guiding you towards his horse. 

"You look exhausted," he murmured, concern in his eyes. "You can ride with me to Erebor. It is not far."

With a little help from him, you clambered onto the horse's back, settling between Gandalf and the horse's broad neck.

Gandalf led you through the winding paths towards Erebor, the mountain's towering presence growing larger and larger through the trees.

His horse carried you both steadily, and after some time, the grand entrance to the dwarven kingdom came into view. 

Gandalf dismounted first and helped you down from the horse before guiding you into the hall of the dwarven king.

King Thorin Oakenshield sat upon a throne carved from solid oak, a long, dark beard covering most of his broad chest. He regarded you with quiet curiosity as you and Gandalf approached.

"Gandalf," Thorin greeted. "You've returned. And with a strange companion?"

Thorin's gaze flicked between Gandalf and the strange human standing beside him. It was a woman, but not like any he had ever seen before. Her clothes were unlike anything from Middle Earth, and she appeared lost and dazed.

"Who is this?" Thorin demanded, his voice sharp and suspicious. "And where did you find her, Gandalf?"

You subconsciously hold the cloak closer to you, shifting under the scrutiny of the King.

Thorin's blue eyes, sharp and calculating, studied you closely. The way you clung to the cloak, the slight tremble in your hands, it all spoke of fear and uncertainty.

Gandalf stepped forward, gesturing to you. "King Thorin, this woman... she appears to be lost. I found her wandering in the wilderness, disoriented and bewildered."

“Y/N.” You say softly, “My name is Y/N.”

Thorin's eyebrows raised at the sound of your name. It rolled off your tongue softly, and he noted the gentleness in your voice. 

"Y/N," he repeated slowly, the pronunciation foreign on his tongue. He then turned to glare at Gandalf, his eyes narrowing with a hint of suspicion.

“I don’t mean to intrude..” you give the king an awkward smile. “But is there any food I might be allowed?” Your hand goes to your rumbling stomach, your expression a grimace.

Thorin's eyes softened as he heard your stomach grumble. He couldn't help but let out a small, gruff chuckle, amused by your honesty. 

"Starving, are you?" he asked, a hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "We can't have that now, can we?" 

He then barked out a command, "Nori! Bring some food and drink for our new guest!"

You visibly relax, a small smile creeping up your lips. “Thank you.”

Thorin's stern demeanor softened slightly as he saw the relief on your face. "It's the least we can do," he replied gruffly.

Nori, a wiry, quick-fingered dwarf, came rushing into the room, carrying a tray of steaming food and a tankard of ale. He placed the tray on a table near you, a sly smile playing on his face. "Here you go, lass."

You reach out and give him a swift hug. “Thank you so much,” you grin widely as you take a seat, eyes sparkling.

Nori's cheeks flushed as he received an unexpected embrace from you. He chuckled and patted your back awkwardly. 

"No problem, lass. Just doing my job." He backed away, mumbling something under his breath about "soft humans" as he scurried out of the room.

Meanwhile, Thorin watched the exchange with a mix of surprise and fascination. He cleared his throat, drawing your attention back to him.

Thorin observed you, watching silently as you took a small bite. His penetrating blue eyes studied your every move, his gaze unwavering. There was something about you that intrigued him, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Finally, he broke the silence. "So, Y/N," he began, his voice deep and rumbling. "Can you tell me how you came to be lost in the wilderness?"

“Not really.” You chew eagerly, the cloak Gandalf gave you sliding down your shoulders slightly and exposing your skin to Thorin's gaze.

Thorin's eyes were drawn to the exposed skin of your shoulders as the cloak slipped down. A shiver ran down his spine at the sight of your bare flesh. He quickly schooled his reaction and returned his gaze to your face.

"What do you mean, not really?" he asked, his voice gruff, feigning indifference. "You must have some idea of how you ended up out there, lost and alone."

“I don’t..” you sigh, stopping your chewing as you look up at him. “I just remember falling asleep in my bed and then waking up in a cold dark forest.”

Thorin's brow furrowed at your response, confusion and concern etched on his face. "So... you just appeared out of nowhere?" he asked, his voice edged with skepticism. 

He took a step closer to you, eyeing the strange clothes you wore. "And what of your clothes? Those are unlike any I've ever seen."

“I was at a party,” you laugh, looking down at your revealing dress that is less than practical in this situation.

Thorin's gaze darkened as he took in the sight of your party attire, the low neckline and the bare length of your thighs on display. He swallowed heavily, his mind wandering to places he shouldn’t allow it to go. 

"A party, you say?" He repeated, his voice a little huskier than he had intended.

You nod, Thorin joins you at the table, encouraging you to eat as he continues to question you. 

A few weeks have passed since you arrived, you’ve become a little more versed in the world and palace. Having now met each of the many dwarves living in the palace.

As the weeks passed and you grew accustomed to the palace, he found himself seeking your company more and more.

The other dwarves had grown fond of you as well, especially Fili and Kili who teased you frequently and took every opportunity to make you laugh.

One evening, after a particularly long day, Thorin invited you to his private chambers once again. 

You carefully step toward his room, cautious and silent as to not wake anyone. You lightly tap on the heavy door, “Uh your highness?”

Thorin rose from his chair as he heard the soft tapping on the door. He took a moment to compose himself before calling out, his voice gravelly and deep, "Come in."

He stood by the fireplace, the amber glow of the flames dancing across his face as he waited for you to enter.

You struggle with the door, still not used to how heavy doors in this world are. “Fucking hell,” you murmur as you finally get it open, slipping inside and walking toward Thorin.

Thorin chuckled; he found your modern curses amusing and strangely endearing.

As you approached him by the fireplace, he took in your appearance. The low light of the fire illuminated your features, casting soft shadows across your face. He noted the way your gown clung to your curves, and his eyes darkened slightly as he fought to control his thoughts.

"Close the door," he commanded in a gruff voice, his gaze still fixed on you. 

The room was large and sparsely furnished, with only a few pieces of furniture placed throughout. The fireplace provided a warm, intimate setting, and Thorin gestured for you to take a seat on a nearby couch.

You close the door carefully, trying not to make too much noise. Having your back turned to the dwarf meant his gaze could wander your frame and each slight movement of your body. 

“Thorin,” you take a seat next to him. “Those doors are so damn heavy.”

As you settled down beside him, Thorin couldn’t help but notice the way your chest rose and fell with each breath. His eyes were drawn to the subtle movement of your body, the way the fabric of your gown clung to your curves.

He chuckled at your comment, a gruff sound that rumbled in his chest. "You'll get used to it," he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine. "After all, you've been here for a few weeks now."

You’ve gotten used to being in his room as he’s been teaching you the history of his kingdom, but you’re never here this late in the evening. “Did you miss me?” You tease as you relax into the plush couch.

Thorin's lips curled into a small smile at your playful tone. He rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the hint of amusement in his gaze.

"Don't get too cocky," he grumbled, trying to appear aloof. "I just thought you might want to know more of our history, that's all."

But deep down, he had grown quite fond of your company. Perhaps a little too fond.

“Mm, do I have to learn?” You pout, tired from the day you’ve had. “Perhaps we can just relax..”

Thorin chuckled, his gruff exterior softening slightly at your pout. He knew you had been working hard and was pleasantly surprised by your suggestion to relax. 

"Hmm, you want to skip the history lesson tonight?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "And what would we do instead?"

“I could.. brush your hair! I could braid it.” You offer, not knowing the implications of your suggestion.

Thorin's eyes widened in surprise at your suggestion. He hadn't expected you to offer to brush his hair, let alone braid it. In dwarven culture, it was considered an intimate gesture, reserved for close family or lovers.

But he couldn’t deny that the idea of having you touch his hair was appealing. He found your presence soothing, and the thought of your fingers running through his hair was more enticing than he cared to admit.

"You... want to brush my hair?" he repeated, his voice gruff but tinged with a hint of curiosity. 

He shifted in his seat, watching you closely, his eyes darkened with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. He could hardly deny the effect your presence had on him, and the thought of you being so close, touching him in such an intimate way made his heart skip a beat.

“Why not?” You grin while scooting slightly closer to him. “It would be nice..”

Thorin's breath hitched as you scooted closer to him, and he found himself strangely compelled by the thought of having your hands in his hair. Despite his usual gruff and stoic demeanor, the idea of allowing you to brush and braid his hair felt oddly vulnerable.

He cleared his throat, trying to suppress his growing desire. "All right then," he grumbled, his voice betraying a hint of excitement. "You can brush my hair."

You grin, taking the brush from the table in your hands. “This is quite exciting.” You murmur, your hands on his shoulders as you kneel behind him.

Thorin felt the warmth of your hands on his shoulders as you knelt behind him, and a shiver ran down his spine. He closed his eyes, trying to compose himself as he felt your breath on the back of his neck.

"Exciting, you say?" he murmured, his voice low and gruff. "I never thought having my hair brushed would be so thrilling."

“I’ve been wanting to touch your hair for ages,” you softly undo the braids from his hair, your fingers nimbly gliding through. “It looks so soft.”

The honesty and softness in your voice sent a rush of warmth through his chest.

He swallowed, his voice barely above a whisper, "It’s not as soft as yours, I assure you."

The feeling of your fingers gliding through his hair was both soothing and arousing, sending tingles down his spine. He closed his eyes, relishing the sensation of your gentle touch.

You carefully brush through his locks, your fingers brushing against his back as you do so. 

Thorin's breath hitched slightly as your fingers trailed against his back, sending a ripple of heat through him. It took all his self-control not to lean into your touch, to feel more of your hands on his skin.

"You... have nimble fingers," he mumbled, his voice gruff and a touch huskier than usual.

“I take that, that is a compliment?” You murmur with a soft giggle as you begin to massage his scalp, the action is something your mom used to do to help you relax.

Thorin let out a low, rumbling sound of contentment as you began to massage his scalp, the tension in his muscles melting away under your touch.

He hummed in response to your question. "A compliment indeed," he murmured, his eyes closing as he leaned into your fingers. "You have a gentle touch. It's... soothing."

“Well, thank you.” Your nails gently scratch against his skin. The pads of your fingertips working at his scalp.

Thorin couldn’t help but moan softly at the pleasure of your touch, the soft scratching of your fingernails sending shocks of desire coursing through him.

He shifted slightly in his seat, trying to regain some control over his growing need. His body was on fire, every inch of him aching for more of your touch. 

"Keep that up, and you'll put me to sleep," he teased gruffly, his voice rough with suppressed desire.

“Maybe I’d like to lull you to sleep.” You tease, you adjust yourself, sitting down against the arm of the couch. “Just relax, you can lean against me.” Your legs spread, resting on either side of his body.

Thorin’s mind raced as you adjusted your position, the thought of leaning his weight against your soft body was both thrilling and terrifying. He could practically feel your thighs against his sides, and the thought was both enticing and tortuous.

But he couldn’t deny the aching need in him to give into the temptation of your offer. Without a word, he leaned back against you, his head resting on your chest as he allowed himself to relax into your embrace.

“Are you comfortable like this?” You question, fingers still working in his hair.

Thorin let out a low, rumbling hum of contentment as he leaned against you, the feeling of your fingers in his hair sending waves of pleasure through his body. 

He nodded, his voice gruff and slightly sleepy. "Yes, quite comfortable," he mumbled, his eyes closed as he savored the sensation of being so close to you. "Your hands are... quite magical, you know that?”

“They’re good for other things too…” you reply in a suggestive tone.

Thorin's eyes snapped open at your suggestive tone, his body tensing at the implication. He swallowed heavily, his mind immediately filled with vivid images of all the “other things” he wished your hands could do to him.

He cleared his throat, his voice rough and strangled. "Is that so?" he managed to reply, his eyes dark with a mixture of surprise and desire.

“Mhm,” you trail one hand down his chest. “I’ve been told that I’m quite skilled with my hands.” You bite down on your lower lip.

Thorin's heart pounded in his chest as you trailed your hand down his chest, the simple touch sending a wave of heat through his body. He swallowed heavily, the sight of you biting your lip sending his thoughts spiraling out of control.

He couldn’t deny that the thought of your skills with your hands aroused him deeply, but he fought to keep his desire in check.

"Are you now?" he managed to reply, his voice thick with suppressed need. "And who exactly has told you this?"

“They’re not important right now,” you mutter, “my focus is on you, love..” you slide your hand under his shirt, fingers brushing over his muscles.

Thorin's breath hitched at the feeling of your hand under his shirt, your touch igniting a fire in him that he could barely control. The way you referred to him as ‘love’ made his heart clench.

He let out a low, guttural sound as your fingers grazed over his muscles. Your touch was both soothing and arousing, and he found himself leaning into your hand, craving more of your touch.

"You're making it very hard to think straight," he whispered huskily.

“Mm, you’re very handsome my King.” You press a kiss to his temple, your other hand moving from his hair to his chest.

Thorin's eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of your kiss on his temple, his heart hammering in his chest at the simple yet intimate gesture.

"You... you have no idea what you do to me," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. The feeling of your other hand on his chest made his muscles tense under your touch, his breath catching in his throat.

“Let me take care of you..” You move from behind him, your breasts pressing against his back as you move your hand to his trousers.

The feeling of your breasts pressing against his back sent a jolt of pleasure through Thorin’s body, and he let out a strangled gasp. He could feel the heat of you against him, and it was both tantalizing and torturous.

He swallowed heavily, his voice a hoarse whisper as he tried to fight the overwhelming desire coursing through him. "Take... take care of me?" he repeated, his eyes dark with need.

You kiss his neck as you slip your hand into his pants, fingers grazing over his hardness.

Thorin’s breath hitched as your lips brushed against his neck, followed by the feeling of your hand slipping into his pants. His body trembled with need as your fingers grazed over his hardness, and he let out a guttural moan, his head falling back against your shoulder.

"You’re... you’re driving me mad," he managed to gasp out.

“Relax. I’ll take care of you,” you whisper into his ear, your hand grasping his length.

Thorin's body tensed as your hand grasped him, a low, guttural sound escaping his lips at the sensation. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt such pleasure, and the feeling of your breath on his ear sent a shiver down his spine.

He forced himself to relax, his head falling back against your shoulder as he surrendered to your touch. "Please... yes, take care of me," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need.

You comply, your thumb brushing over his tip and spreading his precum. He pulls his trousers down, exposing himself to the cool air, your hand moves around him.

You begin to stroke him gently, your hand moving with a rhythm that you've learned from his reactions. Each stroke causes his breath to hitch, each touch of your thumb sends a jolt of pleasure through his body. "Is this what you want?" You whisper, your voice a seductive purr in his ear.

Thorin's eyes squeezed shut as he nodded, his body reacting instinctively to the exquisite pleasure you were giving him. His chest heaved with each breath, his heart racing faster with every stroke. "Yes," he managed to murmur, his voice a rough growl of need. 

You lean in closer, your breath hot against his skin as you whisper sweet nothings that only served to heighten his arousal. Each word was a caress, each sound a stroke of pleasure that painted images in his mind of what was to come.

Your hand grew bolder, your strokes more deliberate as you felt his cock swell and throb in your grasp. You knew you had him right where you wanted him, and the power of it thrilled you. 

"Y/N..." he gasped out your name, his body begging for more. He was lost in the sensation, the world outside of the warmth of your embrace and the feel of your hand on him ceased to exist. 

Thorin's hand reached up to clutch the fabric of your gown, his fingers digging into the material as he fought the urge to pull you closer, to feel more of you.

Your touch grew more insistent, your hand moving faster as you felt him growing closer to release. His muscles tensed, and you knew he was close. 

"I... I need you," he whispered, his voice strained with desire. "I need all of you."

With those words, the last of his self-control snapped, and he turned to face you, his eyes burning with passion as he pulled you into a bruising kiss.

As Thorin claimed your lips in a fiery kiss, his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you onto his lap. The heat of your body pressed against his, and his hands began to roam, exploring the soft curves hidden beneath your gown. 

His fingers traced the lines of your corset, desperate to feel more of your skin. Your own hands moved to his broad chest, exploring the firm muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt. Each touch, each kiss grew more feverish as you both gave in to the passion that had been simmering between you for weeks. 

Your breaths mingled, gasps and moans filling the air as the intensity of your connection grew. The fireplace cast flickering shadows on the wall, dancing in time with the rhythm of your bodies. His hands found your breasts, cupping them gently before moving to untie the corset strings.

 As the fabric fell away, revealing your naked chest, Thorin couldn’t help but worship them with his mouth, his tongue flicking over your sensitive nipples, making you arch into his touch with a whimper of pleasure. 

Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as you rocked your hips against him, feeling his hardness beneath you, begging for more. The room grew hazy with desire as you both lost yourself in the moment, the world outside forgotten in the face of the passion consuming you.

Feeling the warmth of your skin and the weight of your breasts in his hands, Thorin's desire grew more insistent, his cock straining against your stomach. He broke the kiss, panting heavily as he looked into your eyes, searching for permission to take this further. 

Your eyes met his, dark with want, and you nodded, your hands sliding down to his hips to guide his cock against your wet, eager pussy. He groaned as the head of his cock teased your entrance, the sensation sending a shock of pleasure through his body. 

With a gentle rock of your hips, you encouraged him, and he pushed forward, sheathing himself inside you with a deep, guttural moan. You gasped as he filled you completely, the sensation of him inside you like nothing you had ever felt before. 

The room spun as he began to thrust, the sound of your mingled cries and the crackling of the fire the only noises in the vast space. Each stroke was met with a whimper of pleasure from you, your body moving in perfect harmony with his, your hips rising to meet each powerful thrust. 

The intensity grew, your breaths becoming more ragged, your movements more erratic as the pleasure built within you. Thorin’s hands gripped your hips tightly, guiding your movements, pushing deeper and faster as he chased his own release. 

Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving marks that would surely be visible tomorrow, but neither of you cared. The only thing that mattered was the overwhelming ecstasy that crashed over you both, leaving you gasping for breath and clinging to each other as the world outside the warm cocoon of his chambers faded away into insignificance.

You moaned into Thorin's mouth, feeling his cock pulse and swell as he claimed your body, the intensity of his thrusts increasing. His beard brushed against your cheeks, adding an extra layer of sensation to the already overwhelming experience. 

Your own hips met his rhythm, desperately seeking the peak of pleasure that was just out of reach. Your breaths grew quicker and shallower, your heart hammering in your chest as the pressure builds between your legs. 

Thorin's hands slid down to grasp your ass, lifting you slightly to change the angle, and the new sensation sent you spiraling over the edge. You cried out as your orgasm washed over you, your inner walls clenching around his cock, milking him for all he was worth. 

The dwarf king growled in response, his own release following closely behind, his warm seed filling you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. For a moment, you remained like that, panting and trembling in each other's arms, the only sound in the room the crackling of the fire.

Then, slowly, he pulled back, his gaze searching yours, a mix of passion, vulnerability, and something deeper that neither of you dared to name. He cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your swollen bottom lip, and whispered, "I never knew... I never knew it could be like this."

[harrypoppinss]

How the Dwarfs show PDA

Thorins company x gn!reader

Warnings: an insane amount of fluff, implied smut

Thorin

Being the King of Erebor meant that he had a lot of responsibility on his plate. Even before the Dwarfs defeated Smaug and reclaimed Erebor, he wasn’t overly affectionate publicly; that didn’t change once he re-built his kingdom. Kissing is a no go, but instead he would just always have you hold onto his arm as you walked, or vise versa. But when you’re alone in your shared chambers, its like he can’t get enough of you. Thats when he always makes up for the lack of attention and affection that he can’t openly show like he wants to, but if he sees someone flirting with you then thats thrown out of the window; literally. He will pull you up onto his throne and make-out with you infront of everyone if he wants to… and he has… many times. But most of the time; not very into PDA.

Fíli

Like his Uncle, he has a lot of responsibilities since he’s the heir to the throne. But he doesn’t let that stop him. Once he’s done with his daily duties as the prince of Erebor, he gives you his undivided attention and affection. He always makes sure you’re able to stretch your legs, so he usually like to take late night walks through the mines as you two attempt to not be seen by the guards. One time though you did get caught doing… something. But that’s a story for another day and time. Sometimes he will literally just slip away from the meetings to go and be with you but only if Kíli is there to cover for him. He doesn’t have a problem with showing you how much he adores and loves you, even if that means getting his head chewed off by Thorin for skipping his royal duties.

Kíli

This man is literally the definition of PDA. He doesn’t have as many duties as his brother so he gets to spend his free time with you. He doesn’t care who watches you two as you walk through the halls of Erebor with his arm tucked tight around your shoulders; paired with a proud grin on his face that reads “yeah thats right they’re mine”. He doesn’t care if his Uncle scolds him for it, you’re his one. He tends to pepper kisses all over your face at random times, which inturn makes you incredibly flustered, sometimes his own brother has to pry him off of you. He’s just a lovey-dovey type of boyfriend and he is not afraid to show it to the whole Kingdom of Erebor.

Dwalin

Not a fan of PDA at all. However, if he sense that you’re having an off day, or if he sees someone openly flirting with you…. well then it’s like he’s a whole new person. He’ll pull you into his chest as he rubs circles on your back, giving the person that was attempting to flirt with you a death glare and grinning when he watches them basically shit their pants and scramble away. If its the scenario where you’re having an off day he will find someone to cover for him most of the time with a threat before taking you back to your shared house as he gives you his undivided attention and affection. All in all; this man can quickly become the worlds biggest simp for you.

Bofur

Like Kíli, he’s the definition of PDA. As soon as he gets home from work he’s all over you; literally. He will physically jump on top of you if you’re ignoring him, especially after a long day in the mines. Which usually leads to you forcing him to get up off of you so you can fix him a bath. Even when you’re doing that, his hands are wrapped around your waist as his chin rests on top of your head. In public it doesn’t change, his fingers are laced with yours and he’s constantly finding an excuse to kiss you. You have something on your lips? Kiss. You turn to look at him? Kiss. He wants your attention? Multiple kisses. He just adores showing you how much he loves and cherishes you, even during the journey to reclaim Erebor.

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A/N:

Where to request a prompt for a character from LOTR/The Hobbit, Supernatural, The walking dead, FNAF? Here!

The masterlist? Here!

The prompt list? Here!

[just-a-little-cellist]

Hiii could you write about Fíli with a very dominant and assertive Fem!partner?

And some Nsfw headcanons for that hihihi

(And maybe p3gging him🤭)

Whaaaat who said that

(yesss of course! fili needs a girlboss in his life honestly :D this is so much longer than I thought it'd be, enjoy!)

(Fili x fem reader - some NSFW marked at the end :P )

Fili, as prince under the mountain, has his fair share of responsibility. This means one of the things he values the most in a partner is their ability to be independent.

Your headstrong nature is something that draws him to you right from the start, long before he starts courting you.

The way you hold yourself with such confidence is magnetic, and when he first hears you snap at someone for disrespecting you he's practically making heart eyes.

And if you're snapping at someone to defend him? Oh boy he is gone.

While he's still finding his footing as heir, he can doubt himself occasionally, and will look to you for support once you've drilled into him that he doesn't need to bottle anything up.

He highly values your opinion, so confides in you often, and trusts you to be truthful with him regardless of the situation.

Fili loves that you know what you want and aren't afraid to ask for it. Sometimes it's nice for him to have clear instructions instead of having to be the one to decide.

(And he might not admit it readily but he'll bend over backwards to get you whatever you want.)

He truly feels as though he has an equal partnership with you. You do not rely on him entirely, just as he does not rely on you, but you are strong enough to support each other. It's a relationship he's always hoped for - one out of choice rather than necessity, and fuelled by love rather than obligation.

(If he just so happens to find your assertiveness incredibly attractive, then that's just a bonus. A bonus for you as well, since you get to watch his cheeks flush slightly pink whenever you get the chance to boss people around. :P )

🌟~NSFW~🌟

As outwardly confident and occasionally flirty as Fili may be, he'd melt into the ground if you told him to.

There's just something about your voice when you give commands. It's just... entrancing.

After a long day of important tasks and having to take authority, it's a relief for him to be able to fall apart knowing that you'll put him back together.

He's a very obedient sub most days. He has odd days where he feels like riling you up just to see how you'll react, but usually he's content to let you do as you please.

He is pliant and eager to do what you ask of him, just please tell him how good he's doing. Fili never says it out loud, but you can tell from the choked whimpers that he needs the praise.

Being the good boy that he is, he always wants to show you his appreciation - a service sub through and through. It would take a lot to pry him from between your legs and, unless you command him otherwise, he will happily stay there for hours as he drifts into subspace.

This does mean he's hesitant when you tell him you want to spoil him for a night. Not reluctant, by any means, but he often feels selfish when all the focus is on him.

Which is exactly why you decide to spoil him, knowing he deserves to be a little selfish sometimes.

He's even more hesitant when you show him the strap on you bought, but with your soothing voice explaining that it will feel wonderful, my love, I promise, he couldn't possibly turn it down.

Fili looks ethereal splayed out over the bed, teeth sinking into his lower lip and face flushed, and you wonder why you hadn't tried this sooner.

After prepping him so carefully for so long that he thinks he might combust from sheer need, you slide into him, and the gasp as he clings onto you is almost enough for you to cum on the spot.

You start at a slow pace, watching his face as he gets used to the feeling, and you're content to keep the pace slow until he pleads with a whine for you to go faster.

And who would you be to deny your prince?

He cums with a cry, and you're there to guide him through it, telling him how well he's done for you, and that he's been such a good boy. You kiss him lovingly and let him catch his breath before you gently clean him up, and you deny his attempts to return the favour, insisting that tonight was about him.

The night ends with him laying against your chest, with your fingers stroking through his hair, completely boneless and softly murmuring his thanks against your neck.

[smallesthobbit]

The Hobbit & The Dwarf {Masterlist}

Contents:

The Meeting (P.I): ੈ✩‧₊˚ Synopsis - You and your brother, Bilbo, meet Thorin (& Company)

Mountain Trolls (P.II): ੈ✩‧₊˚ Synopsis - The Company almost get eaten by Mountain Trolls.

please note that i do not given anybody permission to repost or translate any of my work (reblogging is okay!).

[rottencherrypie]

R-18+; To Love is To Change (King!Fili x Wife!Reader)

Summary - King Fili, first of his name, has ruled over Erebor for several winters now. Many changes have taken place throughout his reign, the mountain kingdom now flourishing as it had once before, however, the new king never planned for how much he would change alongside the kingdom. Now, the dwarven king is left to ponder what these changes means for himself and his wife. Will she love him as she once did? Or will she loathe these changes?

Warnings - Smut, language, fem!Reader, afab reader, wife!Reader, King Fili AU, everyone lives AU, implied Kili x Tauriel, hinted at Thorin x Bilbo, mentions of weight gain (Fili), slight body image issues (Fili), clothes fitting improperly (Fili), mentions of male genitalia (Fili), implied previous sex, slightly implied past dom!Fili, thick!Fili (I love thick Fili), slightly dom!Fili, size kink, mention of stress eating (Fili, my man needs a break), brief miscommunication, bad anatomy (I tried), oral sex (reader receiving), fingering (reader), vaginal sex, mention of female genitalia (reader), mention of bodily fluids (both Fili and reader), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), reader squirts, creampie, breeding kink, breeding press, slightly rough!Fili, rough-ish sex, dirty talk (Fili really loves talking to the reader's cunt), slight pain kink (if you squint, maybe), reader calls Fili "my king", Fili calls reader "my queen", some badly used dwarvish (I tried), dwarvish strength (you're telling me they can haul those huge ass statues and not you? lies), Fili just really loves his wife.

Pronouns & POV - She/Her, third-person

Word Count - 6,800+ (I got way too into this)

A/N - This was meant to be a blurb...and somehow I ended up with this long smut with some slight plot, wooo! My bedframe broke while I was in the middle of writing this, so it was delayed for a few days while I got a new bedframe (Fili's dick is so good it breaks bedframes in other realities). You can slightly tell when I started getting writers block, but I pushed through and I hope that this turned out okay. There are a few translations that will put below for reference. Smut below.

Translations - ibinê (my gem), halwûn (sweet one)

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A few winters had passed since the golden-haired dwarf had taken the throne of Erebor. The old king, Thorin, had ruled justly for ten winters before he made the difficult decision to depart from the throne, allowing his heir, Prince Fili, to succeed him.

The shift from old king to new was swift, happening within a matter of weeks rather than the typical months it would take. The coronation went with little argument, though the air was bittersweet as the old king placed his crown upon the new's head. His forehead softly pressed against the new's as the new rose to his feet, a soft smile on the old king's lips as he patted the now king's back. "May your reign be long and just." The old king whispered to his nephew, pulling away as he squeezed his shoulder as many rejoiced for the new king.

The old king did not linger within the lands of Erebor for long, as shortly after King Fili was crowned, Thorin departed from the Misty Mountains—deciding to take up an offer that a familiar hobbit had once offered to him a decade ago, so, he headed west.

With the old king gone, King Fili ruled with a firm grasp. The new king was not unfair, no, he was just in his actions. All he did was for the people, ensuring that they did not go without, yet kept a tight enough grasp on what they received to ensure that greed would not roam rampant within the hearts of the mountains once again. However, there was only so much that could be done to prevent greed from tainting the hearts of dwarves and men.

Throughout the new king's reign, the lands of the Misty Mountains continued to flourish under his guidance. Following in the steps of his uncle, he continued to lead the people of Erebor back to the state it once was before the destruction of Smaug the Terrible. Although the change of Erebor had been a smooth and welcomed one; there was a change the golden-haired king had not accounted for—the changing of himself.

The new king was aware that his mind would mature throughout his rule, that he would no longer have the time, nor the desire, to pull the parks that he had once done years prior with his younger brother—who somehow still managed to find the time to pull such foolish jests despite being a new father to a dwelfing. Yet, he was not prepared for the changes that had taken place within his physical form.

It was not as if the new king had been keeping up with his health nor his appearance, he rarely had time to get proper sleep these days let alone having the luxury of spending a few moments grooming himself before a mirror. However, he had not felt the change until this week.

As he sat upon the firm, wooden chair before the long oak desk that held various parchments, he could not help but notice how much softer his once-toned body felt. The fat upon his stomach folded slightly, creating rolls that spilled over the top of his trousers and left impressions of said fat within his tunic. The sensation made the dwarf pause as he shifted in his seat, not out of discomfort, but rather confusion.

It was not a surprise that the new king's body had changed, becoming softer with the time he had spent apart from the training grounds he once frequented as he now spent his days behind the old wooden desk to handle various scrolls. Scrolls which left him tense with stress, feeling as if there would never be an end to the massive mountain of parchments that towered in front of him, seeming to grow larger as the days passed.

Though the new king would love to take a few moments to go back to the training grounds, to slap around a training dummy or tussle with a fellow warrior once more, he rarely had the time to do anything other than handling his kingly duties. Even eating at the same table as his wife was a luxury these days.

He would shovel down whatever meal was placed upon his desk, requesting an even larger portion whenever a particularly headache-inducing scroll fell into his grasp.

However, it did not fully down upon the new king how much he had changed until this morrow. He stood in his private chambers, struggling to slide his trousers past his rounded arse. He shimmied, shook, and even jumped slightly as he attempted to tug the fabric above his plump flesh but to no avail.

His thick, golden brows furrowed as he looked down at his trousers, wondering if these trousers truly were the size his tailors claimed they were or if his arse had truly ballooned so quickly within a month's time.

After another tugged attempt to pull the trousers up, he let out a low sigh. He let the fabric fall onto the cold, stone floor with a swish. The soft pat of his bare feet echoed throughout the room as he approached the full-length mirror before his bed; a mirror crafted specifically for his wife. His wife adored fashion, it was a fact all within the Misty Mountains knew well as she was never seen in the same gown twice without a new embellishment or accessory to adorn it. It was what had first drawn the dwarf to her, her sense of dress had caught his eye and left him intrigued to know more of her.

Fili adored watching her try the newest styles or even gowns she crafted herself, loving how her face would light up in the reflection as she tried various clothes on. The full-length mirror allowed them to view the designs in all their glory before he turned the once lovely clothes into a pile of shredded cloth on the floor.

But instead of the reflection of your beaming face staring back at him, the mirror greeted him with the parallel of his aged face. His once bright, sapphire eyes were now dimmed with tiredness. A purple-ish hue tinted the flesh under his eyes, a mark from the various nights he had spent awake dealing with the nonsense from other kings, rather than in the warmed embrace of his wife. The skin of his face had been carved with new lines and wrinkles, most resting upon his forehead from the weight of his brow which was furrowed more often than not these days, typically in confusion or annoyance over the written words of others.

The blonde hue of his beard was now streaked with white, as was the golden mane upon his head which had grown rather untamed in style and length—as was the long hair that grew from his upper lip and chin.

His gaze slowly shifted away from the reflection of his face, drifting down to examine his limbs. The muscles of his body had been sheathed beneath a layer of fat, creating a fuller, more rounded appearance. They had not completely vanished, the muscles constricted and bulged as he flexed in front of the reflective piece of glass. His chest appeared softer, though the muscles still rested behind the layer of fat, it seemed more softly crafted than how chiseled it had once appeared—the perfect spot for his beloved wife to rest her head. He paused for a moment to admire how much thicker and fuller his arms grew. The weight of his arms had become a tad heavier than before, but that was all the much better to keep his wife pinned down with.

However, where the roundness affected his figure most was in his middle, his stomach.

Though the dwarf had never had a completely flattened stomach, it now protruded more outwards than before. The curve within his figure made his head tilt to the side as he examined his abdomen, placing his calloused hands upon the roundness as he wondered when his belly began to mirror his father's.

The line his gaze followed began to drift even lower, trailing down the path of hair that led to his manhood. The hair was overgrown, an endless bush of blonde which swarmed around the base of his cock—how long had it been since he had last groomed himself properly? It was not as if he was lacking entirely, he ensured to bathe himself and dawn new clothes each day regardless of how exhausted he was as that was expected of him as king. However, the new king would admit that he had neglected the trimming aspect of grooming since he had taken the throne.

His gaze continued to trail down from the curled sea of blonde, drifting down onto his cock. It was hard to miss how the gain of weight had caused the girth of his cock to increase. It appeared thicker, fatter than normal—his cock twitched slightly as his mind wandered for a brief moment, thinking of the new ways his fattened cock would stretch his wife and how snug of an embrace her cunt would give him.

The hue of his eyes darkened in lust as he took in a deep breath from his nose, calming himself for a moment before his gaze continued to wander down to his legs. His thighs had grown much thicker—an ample tool for his beloved wife to claw at as he pounded into her. And his calves had grown a bit larger, though to dwarves this was not something too worthy of note. The size of a dwarf's calves are arguably far more sizeable than that of men and elves, which always made it a pain for the golden-haired dwarf to find new trousers upon his previous journey.

As his gaze continued to bore into the mirrored image of his body, he could not deny the changes before him. And for the first time in a long time, the heat of doubt began to spread from the center of his sturdy chest.

The new king's mind wandered, wondering what his wife's opinion of his changed figure would be. Would she love these changes? Or perhaps, would she yearn for his old figure? His thick, golden brows furrowed at the thought as the wrinkles on his forehead deepened.

Within his heart, he knew these thoughts were foolish and held no true weight, yet the voice of insecurity was loud. A voice which boomed deep within him, shouting lies to him of how his wife would find him repulsive as he was no longer the dwarf she had once wed. A flood of insecurities came rushing back to him, a flood he hadn't felt since the first time he locked eyes with his wife as if her presence alone was enough to build the dam that halted the flow.

Before the rushing stream of insecurity could pull the new king into its depths, the sudden soft pressure of warm hands met his chest, jolting him back to reality.

"Good morning, handsome." The purr of your sleep-ridden voice made the tension within his muscles ease, as the sharpness his gaze once held softened the moment he caught a glimpse of your peaceful, still sleepy, face reflecting at him in the mirror.

"Ah, ibinê," He breathed, a calloused hand moved up from the roundness of his belly and pressed against yours, covering both of yours with ease as they sat upon his chest. "did I wake you? I should've blown out the candle as I dressed." The slow spiral of regret came to a halt as the beautiful melody of your laughter danced throughout the air, your chest vibrating against his back in amusement at his worry.

"Please, I should be thanking you." You spoke, as the weight of your chin rested upon his sturdy shoulder for a moment before it turned slightly, facing the crook of his neck as you softly pressed your plump lips against it. A shiver roamed down the king's spine at the sensation, one he had almost forgotten, yet his body did not—the flow of blood began to shift paths within the dwarf, fixating on the trail of his cock as it hardened slightly from the soft caress of your lips.

"It has been far too long since we have been up at the same hour. And I must admit, I was enjoying the view I awoke to." The words escaped your lips in a purr as one of your hands managed to slip out from his calloused grasp, the free hand now sliding down to his stomach, slipping even lower—nearing the pelvis, the tips of your fingers lightly grazing the roughness of the curled, golden bush—before it began the slow glide back up. A pleased exhale escaped your nostrils, a gentle hum vibrating against the king's neck as your weight leaned into it.

"You were?" He questioned, the pitch of his voice rose ever-so-slightly as he spoke, something that had only happened a handful of times to him yet only arose when he was doubtful. "Yes." The word left your lips in a rush, as if it were the most obvious and natural thing in the world, both known and unknown.

"But, I uh..." The words stalled in his throat, his hesitation making them cling to his tongue before he forced them out. "I have changed." He spoke sheepishly, the volume of his voice no higher than a whisper as his gaze shifted away from yours, lowering to meet the sight of the stone floor beneath his feet. Feet which also appeared slightly wider due to the increase of his mass—perhaps that is why his feet ached so much these days.

"So?" You questioned, a brow rose at his statement as your free hand continued its ministrations upon his figure. "As have I, Fili. I no longer hold the same figure as the woman you first met, nor do I hold the same figure I had a month prior, but does that mean you love me less?"

The question quickly made the dwarf's head jerk up, the weight of his body shifting as he turned to you. "No." He answered quickly, the warmth of his hand left yours before it found its way to the side of your face. Encasing it with ease as he gazed upon you as if you were the most precious jewel within his collection.

"I think you are the most beautiful woman to walk the earth, ibinê," The words were tender, spoken in a hushed tone as if they were the most important thing to be uttered. "you are like a goddess to me, fuck, you are my goddess, Y/N." He spoke, the gaze his eyes held shifted from self-hatred into one of pure, undevoted love as he continued to gaze upon your face. One that had experienced equal change since his reign. "I am the mere dwarf who is allowed to worship you, the one you have foolishly honored with the title of husband." He continued, the corners of his lips lifting into a smile as he felt the weight of your head shift slightly, turning inwards to place a kiss upon the calloused skin of his palm.

"Then, listen to me when I tell you that my love for you has never wavered," The gaze of your eyes met his as the softness of your hand departed from his chest, swiftly making its way to rest upon the one that cradled the side of your face so tenderly—the other still roamed the front of his figure freely. "not once. It has only grown for you, my king." The assurance of your words lifted a weight off the king's shoulders, one he had not realized he had been carrying all this time.

"But, there have been whispers of your displeasure." His voice was soft, lingering with doubt as the heat within his chest refused to be extinguished. A stubborn flame you had dealt with many times as well. "Displeasure towards the toll these foolish papers have been taking on you, halwûn." The tenderness in your tone acted like water drenching a raging fire, finally snuffing out the remaining doubt within the dwarf.

"Oh." The word left his lips in a relieved breath, his shoulder drooped as his gaze continued to soften. "I, uh, I had not considered that..." His words trailed off, a soft heat flooding beneath the flesh of his cheeks to the tips of his ears as a soft chuckle rumbled from the center of his chest.

"I see that." A soft laugh escaped your lips as your hand continued to freely roam his figure, now moving in slow circles as it slowly drifted lower, no longer rising back to his chest. "And, I see that you haven't considered that I enjoy this change." Your words made Fili freeze as if a bucket of ice water had been thrown upon him. His eyes widened, almost in a comical manner, as the gears that had been worn down from prior nonsense slowly began to turn within his head.

"You like this?" He questioned, a thick brow raised as his gaze bore into you, seeking out any sign of deception or trickery yet he found nothing, "Like? Fili, I find it incredibly arousing." The purr vibrated against his palm as you pressed another kiss into it, furthering the heat that burned within his cheeks as this new information slowly sunk in for the once insecure dwarf.

"Oh." The word left his lips in a husky breath, a mixture of relief and desire dancing within the singular word as the blood within his body continued to shift route—following the trail to his cock, which rose to life as much as it could, yet it still drooped slightly due to the weight of it. A new, delicious weight.

"You know, I have no meeting scheduled until noon." He spoke, slowly closing the distance between the two of you. The light within his sapphire eyes returned, sparkling with glints of lust as the heat of his aroused breath grazed against the exposed skin that peeked out from your sleeping gown. The corners of your plump lips rose into a grin, a similar sparkle catching within your own gemstone-colored eyes as your gaze met that of your dwarvish husband's. "Then allow me to aid you in passing the time." You purred, the heat of your hand left his body before it met your other around his hand, tugging at it slightly as you led him back to the large bed. A bed that had not been defiled in quite some time.

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Little time was wasted between the moment your plump rump sat upon the silken sheets and the moment that the dwarven king tore open the front of your sleep gown—the cold winter air nipping at your exposed flesh, causing the buds of your nipples to harden beneath its chilled caress. The dwarven king eagerly tossed aside the shredded cloth before he knelt on his knees before you, positioning himself between the soft embrace of your thighs. His calloused hands tugged you closer to the edge of the bed, half of your arse hanging over it as he hoisted up your legs onto his shoulders.

"Gods..." The word left his lips in a hungry, almost breathless, tone as his sapphire gaze bore into your cunt. The corners of his mouth dampened with drool as the light within his eyes dimmed, a look of pure lust spreading upon his face as he looked at the heavenly flesh he was about to feast upon. "It's a shame we've been kept apart, isn't it, princess?" He practically cooed, though you knew it wasn't you he was asking. It was your cunt.

The dwarven king adored speaking to your cunt, talking to it as if it could answer him—which he often insisted it could, either through the fluttering of inner walls or the squelching of pleasure as he fucked it.

"Look at you, drooling all pretty for me." The king continued to coo to the dripping hole. The rough caress of his calloused fingers lightly grazing up and down your dampened folds caused your body to jerk back a bit, sensitive to the sensation after so long without it. "Shh, shh. Stay right there." A calloused hand tightened around the flesh of your hips, tugging you closer to your face allowing your feet to dangle onto his back.

"Fili—" Before you could utter anything other than his name, he delved between your legs. The prickle of his beard caressed your inner thighs, as the caress of his warm, wet tongue began to lap up the entirety of your cunt. A gasped-out moan fell from your lips, your back arching slightly as if attempting to sink your cunt further into your mouth, yet he kept his grasp upon your hip firm.

"Shh, don't interrupt, ibinê." His words vibrated against your sensitive flesh, pausing for a moment as he slowly lapped up your cunt from the dripping entrance to your sensitive bundle of nerves. "I am having a conversation here." The words were light, twinging with playful scolding as he returned to slowly lapping up your wetness. His tongue delved into your folds, seeking out your heavenly juices like a thirsting man seeking water.

"She can be so rude, can't she?" He cooed to your cunt, the tips of his calloused fingers slowly traced the entrance of your leaking cunt. It clenched around air, allowing more of that oh-so-sweet nectar to trickle out. "So rude." He continued to coo, his thin lips now turned down in a sympathetic pout as the tips of his fingers continued to trace the dripping hole.

Your gemstone-colored eyes looped around their sockets at Fili's dramatics as your patience began to wane thin. "Fili." His name left your lips in a warning tone, showing if he did not stop now then sex was off the table—and all other surfaces.

The heat of his breath caressed your sensitive flesh as his chest rumbled with a deep chuckle. The soft scratch of his beard sliding up and down tickled against your inner thighs as he nodded his head.

"As you wish, my queen." He spoke, or rather purred, as your dripping hole was swiftly filled with the deep stretch of his thickened fingers. Your inner walls parted around the thickness, adjusting to the new mass as if it was the first time they had explored your depths, yet having a familiar stretch you had been yearning for all those nights you had spent doing his husbandly duties.

A pleased sigh fell from your lips, the weight of your legs sunk further onto his sturdy shoulders as you sunk into the motions of his fingers. The thrust started slow, allowing your cunt to adjust to its thickness as they slid in and out with a small squelch as they curled inside of you on occasion. The dwarf fixated on each small movement you made as he curved his fingers at different angles, rediscovering your sweet spots as he pressed soft kisses against the outer flesh of the lips between your thighs. The coldness of his braid clasps caused a shiver to roam down your spine.

"Mmm, she looks so pretty, ibinê." The words were more of a growled vibration against the outer left side of your cunt, his eyes glazed over with lust as he watched his fingers slide in and out of your soaked cunt. Watching the way the tightened hole stretched around the thickness of his calloused fingers, swallowing them whole before spitting them back out with a gasp, drenched with those delicious juices he loved so. "Gods, what a good girl. Coating my fingers like the good little slutty pussy she is." He continued, the stretch of his fingers slowly pushed back inside, pushing apart your walls further as they curled up into one of your sweet spots making your heels dig into his back slightly.

"Gods...Fili..." The words escaped your parted lips as the weight of your head fell back slightly, the bed creaking under the shift of weight as you leaned back onto your forearms, attempting to push your cunt further onto his fingers with little avail as his tight grasp kept you still. "I need more. I need you." You whined out, your hips swaying in little circles upon his palm the moment he sunk the entire length of his thick, girthy fingers inside. Yearning for them to move faster, to scrape against the most sensitive spots of your inner walls, yet they remained still.

"Oh?" A purred sound of amusement vibrated against your cunt as he pressed yet another kiss against the slicken skin. Another torturously loving taunt, a wordless reminder that he was in control. "You want me, do you, ibinê?" The squelch of his fingers slowly pulling back filled the room, soon followed by your pitiful whine as you attempted to sink yourself back onto the calloused length.

"Gods, yes." You groaned, the weight of your head falling back further as you stared up at the stone ceiling—briefly wondering if it had ever been cleaned. "Please, Fili, I need you. You are driving me mad." The heat of your breath danced above you in the cold air as you eagerly awaited for more.

However, the fullness within you soon departed. Your head snapped up as you leaned forward ever-so-slightly upon your elbows, a look of confusion spreading upon your face as your gaze shifted onto the dwarf between your thighs.

"Mmm, look at that." The king groaned in pleasure, his gaze fixated on his glistening finger—glistening with your juices. "She did such a good job, didn't she, ibinê?" He purred as he rose the fingers to his lips, the tip of his tongue peeking through as he gazed upon the wetness for a moment longer before he slid them into his eager mouth. A pleased growl rumbled from his chest as he sucked your juices off of his own hand, savoring the tang of you as the weight of his head pressed into the softness of your thigh.

Once he licked his fingers clean, the king began to shift in his spot, slowly rising from his knelt position on the floor—yet your legs remained upon his shoulders. A surprised squeak fell from your lips as the shift of position pulled you a bit further off the bed, your hands quickly darting to the mattress in the hopes of holding yourself steady, yet the dwarven king was quick to adjust your position.

He lifted you with ease, as he had aided in lifting far heavier things in his life, ensuring that your back was flat against the mattress as your ass hovered just near the edge. However, your legs remained upon his shoulders throughout it.

"I bet she'd look even prettier choking around my cock." The king purred, one of his hands slipped away from your figure, finding its way to the length of his fat cock. It circled around it, holding a firm grip around his thick base as he spat down upon it before he began to glide his calloused hands up and down the length. "Don't you think so, my queen?" His question was quickly met with the blur of your head bobbing in response, a hungered gaze in your eyes as you stared down at his glistening length.

You were entranced by the sight of his calloused hands gliding upon his thick, throbbing cock, watching as the cherry-colored tip leaked out white pearls of precum which mixed with the glistening layer of spit upon his length.

"Gods, yes." You breathed, your back arching at the sight—responding to it like a bitch in heat. "She'd look so pretty, Fili. So fucking pretty choking around it." The words left your lips in a whine as you watched as he continued to stroke himself—wishing it was your hands around his throbbing cock.

"Mmm, I'm glad we agree." The corners of his thin lips lifted in a smirk as he leaned down, resting his slicken length against your soaked folds. His hips slowly began to rock, the pulsating mushroom-shaped tip bumping against your clit with each rocking motion. "Tell me, should I feed her?" He purred, the heat of his breath tickling the nape of your neck as he leaned further into you—the bed creaking under the weight as his throbbing length pressed further against your sensitive folds. The extra pressure against your sensitive bundle of nerves made your toes curl as your cunt began to tingle.

"Yes! Gods, yes. She's so hungry, Fili." You whined as your hands clenched at the sheets beneath you. "Please, Fili, please feed my cunt. I can't take it anymore." A plea that was swiftly heard, the dwarven king shifted back allowing his hand to find his thickened cock once more. He slowly lowered it down to your dripping hole, the throbbing, angry head hovering a mere breath away from the entrance.

"As you wish, my queen." The fat, throbbing head slowly pushed into your entrance, splitting open your inner walls as it slowly delved inside of you. A shared gasp escaped both your and the king's lips as he sunk inside of you. "Fuck, ibinê" He groaned, the lids of his sapphire eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he melted at the sensation of your tightened embrace.

An embrace that had not changed since the last time he had fucked you, yet the girth of his cock had made the squeeze feel far more snug upon his aching, fat cock.

"Gods." The word escaped your lips in a breathless gasp as your back arched into the sensation. His throbbing cock filled you up entirely, stretching out your inner walls in the most heavenly of ways as he remained still upon you. Giving you a few moments to adjust before the bed began to squeak beneath the shifting of his hips.

His thrusts were slow and precise. The motions of his hips were fluid, like steady waves on a breezy summer day. He ensured to bottom in you each time, the bush that surrounded the base of his cock becoming damp from the sweet juices of your cunt, before he slowly backed out—allowing for only the throbbing tip of his cock to remain inside of you as he savored the clenching of your walls as they attempted to pull him back in before he slowly began to enter you fully again. Repeating the cycle for a few more thrusts before he gradually began to pick up the pace.

The harsh snap of his hips jutting against the plump flesh of your rear echoed throughout the room, a sound that appeared harsher in tone but not as harsh as it was in sensation. As the king found a steady rhythm within his hips, he began to lean further into you—pressing the new weight of his body deep into your cunt.

"Fuck." The king hissed in pleasure as his length continued to disappear within your drooling cunt—it choked upon his fattened length, feeling as if it were about to burst by the seams each time he pushed his weight further into you. "You're taking me so well, my queen. So fucking well." The heat of his breath tickled the crook of your neck as he leaned into you further, causing a yelp to escape from your plump lips as he buried his face into the nape of your neck. His hairy face grazed against your sensitive flesh, sending a shiver down your spine as his lips began to press a mixture of kisses and nips around the sensitive region.

As the dwarven king continued to plant love bites and hickeys upon your neck, the veil of pleasure lifted just enough for you to recognize the position you were in. Due to Fili leaning into you, your knees were now pressing back into your shoulders as your legs quivered in pleasure. Your arse now lifted slightly in the air as the king pounded down into you, hitting your most sensitive spots with ease as your sweet nectar overflowed from your cunt. A perfect position for breeding.

You knew that was what he desired, to fuck you till you were round with his seed. It was a position you would occasionally entertain, but it had never felt this good before.

Suddenly, the dwarven king shifted back slightly, giving you a false hope that he would ease up on the thrusts, yet it was a hope that was quickly put to rest as his calloused hand slid in between you. His calloused thumb was quick to connect with the sensitive bundle of nerves between your opened legs, causing your back to arch up further into the sensation.

You were pure putty in his hands. A mindless ragdoll for him to fuck senseless, to give endless pleasure to before he filled you with his seed. The squelching click of your pussy being stuffed with his fat cock echoed throughout the room, your cunt sobbing around the thick length as it continued to carve away inside your walls—after all, his people were known partially for their carvings.

His rough thumb pressed further against your clit, tracing circles upon the twitching bundle of nerves as his hips continued to jut sharply into you. Refusing to give your sopping pussy a moment of peace after spending so many apart from it.

Your hands clenched at the bedding beneath you, twisting the furs within your dampened grasp. The weight of your head sunk back into the softness beneath you, as your toes curled inward towards the balls of your feet causing the knuckles upon them to strain as did those in your hands.

"Fili, please—" Your pleads were cut off by another choked moan, a mixture of a curse and a cry of pleasure as your hips lifted slightly to meet his—yet they were quickly pressed back down as the king continued to thrust his weight into your cunt, filling it to the brim with each hard thrust. Your walls clenched and quivered around the throbbing length, a wordless warning that you were on the brink of release, but this only seemed to fuel the king.

"Shh, shh." The king's shushes vibrated against the sensitive flesh of your neck, causing your legs to tremble further upon his shoulders. "I'm right here, Y/N, let her cry on my cock. Let her tears soak it, eh?" His lips continued to press kisses against the soft flesh of your neck as his thumb danced upon your throbbing bundle of nerves, swirling quickened circles that matched the speed at which he fucked you.

The throbbing head of his cock continued to pound away at your most sensitive spot, beating away at the dam of pleasure until it finally burst open with a roaring gush as your sweet nectar flowed forth, coating your husband's length in a squirting gush. A slew of incoherent moans fell from your lips as the familiar tingle of pleasure roamed throughout your body. It felt as if you were weightless as if you were both within your body yet floating right above it—able to feel the heavenly pounding of your husband's animalistic thrusts, yet unable to feel the prickle of his bearded face against your neck.

As you slowly came down from the heights of your pleasure, the heavenly stinging prick of static made your body even more sensitive to the bitter nip of the chilled air, it shivered at its cold caress yet your body was coated with the glistening sheen of sweat from pleasure. The sensations within your body slowly returned, yet the heavenly tingle did not leave your veins as the king continued to thrust into you.

"That's it, my queen, drool on it." He purred, raising both his head and the hand which once caressed your aching clit to meet your face. His thick, calloused thumb gently wiping away the cascading stream of drool from the corner of your mouth. Your inner walls fluttered around his throbbing cock at the sweet gesture, a reminder of his undying love for you.

The pace at which his hips held began to stutter, becoming sloppier and more drawn out as your walls continued to clench and quiver around his fattened length. A sensation that encouraged him to continue his movements, despite the raging fire within his belly begging him to release. His face returned to the crook of your neck, desperately attempting to hold on for a few moments longer as he knew he would be unable to do so if he continued to gaze upon the heavenly sight of your pleasure-drunken face.

However, it was a fire he was unable to keep contained for longer than a few more thrusts, as the knot of pleasure within his core snapped, a low groan of pleasure vibrated against the crook of your neck as the white, hot ropes of his seed began to paint the inner walls of your womb. Seed your cunt accepted with much ease, drinking it down as if it were her favorite drink as your inner walls continued to milk him—seeking out every last drop from him.

"Fuck." The king breathed into your neck, his calloused hands encasing your forearms as he held you steady—knowing he would end up filling you again if you moved even slightly. "She's a hungry girl today, isn't she?" The words escaped his thin lips in a breathy chuckle as he found the strength to pull back ever so slightly, allowing his sapphire eyes to gaze upon his masterpiece.

Your gemstone-colored eyes were glazed over with pleasure, the lids drooped slightly as a trail of drool continued to drip forth from the corner of your lips. Lips that were parted, desperately sucking in any ounce of chilled air it could as your mind desperately clung to any sensation to keep you from slipping into the depths of pleasure.

"Look at you, ibinê, all fucked-out of it." The king cooed as he leaned back further, allowing your legs to stretch out as the bed creaked under the shift of his weight. He now stood near the edge of the bed with ever so quivering legs, his gaze shifting to your face and onto your cunt which continued to stretch around his fattened cock. His calloused hand gently caressed the side of your face, the roughness of his harsh skin against your smooth skin made your inner walls twitch ever-so-slightly.

"Are you okay, my love?" Fili asked, his voice dripping with love and affection—acting as if he had not fucked you senseless moments ago. "Was I too harsh? I didn't hurt you, did I?" The lust within his gaze eased, now filled with a look you could only describe as worried puppy eyes.

"Fili, I'm fine." The words left your lips in a breathless tone, your chest rising and falling at a slightly rapid speed as you attempted to catch your breath from all that had transpired. It had been months since he had last fucked you. "I just need a few moments. I fear I am no longer the young woman who could go round after round with you." You spoke, a statement which caused a deep chuckle to rumble within the dwarf's chest as he nodded his golden mane in agreement.

"And I am no longer the dwarf who could ravish you every second of every hour, but I will still try." Fili spoke, the corner of his thin lips curved into a smile as he leaned down carefully, pressing his thin lips against your plump ones in a gentle kiss.

A sensation that caused your heart to flutter against your ribs, a moment of tenderness within your world of uncertainty.

After a few moments, your lips came apart yet he still hovered above you. For a moment, you expected the rhythm of his hips to return, but it never did. Instead, the king leaned further into you until his head laid on the flesh of your bosom—the gentle tickle of his hairy face causing a shiver to roam down your spine, yet again, and the corner of your lips to be pulled into a smile.

Your fingers found themselves in his golden locks, softly raking through the sea of honey strands. The warm tickle of the king's pleased exhale warmed the chilled skin of your bosom, his head slightly burying into them as his hand dropped from the flesh of your face and landed upon your shoulder.

"Give me a few moments and we may start again, my queen." The golden-haired king whispered, the lids of his eyes threatening to flutter shut as he leaned into your warm embrace. "Take all the time you need, halwûn." You whispered as your fingers continued to roam through the softness of his mane, slowly lulling the stressed king into relaxation. A comforting change of pace amidst the typical stressors of his days.

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[theglassofmiddleearth]

Imagine Seeing Erebor for the first time with Thorin's Company

Gandalf: "Erebor, the lonely mountain. The last of the great dwarf kingdoms of middle-earth."

Thorin: "Our home..."

Óin: "A raven! The birds are retuning to the mountain!"

Y/N: "That, my dear Óin, is a Thrush."

Thorin: "But we"ll take it as a sign. A good omen."

Bilbo: "You're right. I do believe the worst is behind us."

Y/N: *scrunches her face* "uh huhhhh... Yeah about that..."

The Company: ???

Y/N: "NOTHING!!!"

Gandalf: *Quietly* "You return to Mirkwood soon Pethryn."

Y/N: *mutters* "Mirkwood, an age it has been."

Kili: An age? How old are you Y/N?

Y/N: "I-"

Fili: "Kili! It's impolite to ask a lady her age."

Kili: But Y/N is the Pethryn!"

Y/N "... What so I turned into a dude because of it?"

Thorin: "A dude? What is a dude?

Gandalf: "Now now dear friends, we must continue on with our journey. Let us go forward."

A/N

Long time no SEE! As always Pethryn means "Narrator" in Sindarin! Hope you enjoy!

[astraariel]

rosas

pairing: fili x fem!reader

summary: a recount of your life with fili through flashbacks. based on "rosas" by la oreja de van gogh

word count: 6.2K

warnings: fluffy...and angst :(

tags: fluff; tooth-rotting fluff; love confessions; pining; angst; canonical character death; post-botfa

author’s note: I was listening to my music when this song came on and I realized the lyrics were perfect for a fic idea so I paired it with Fili so here we are :)

surprise, another predominantly angsty fic! are we honestly shocked though? I do love angst and my hyperfixation on lotr/the hobbit has returned (yet again) so obvi that equals angsty fic

I have been writing this fic since July…and finally I have completed it!! gosh I don’t know why I struggled so hard writing this TT...please ignore any grammar mistakes and enjoy♡

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The light Spring breeze wisped along your face as you walked in the square. You could hear the bustling market buzzing in the air as you got closer. 

Your eyes scanned for the familiar stall you had become fast acquainted with since you all reclaimed Erebor. The town was slowly coming into what you imagined it looked like in its prime. You felt pride in your chest knowing you helped fight and reclaim your homeland. 

Squinting from the sun’s rays, you spotted Draza’s stall, a plump, brunette dwarrowdam who had the magic green thumb of a wizard and was the owner of the flower stall you had visited weekly.

The owner was nice enough to offer advice and provide meaning for the flowers, but also kept to her own business when needed. She’s been a helpful and constant dam in your life since living in Erebor.

“Hello, deary! How are you this morning?” Draza’s voice rang through the air.

“I’m good. Yeah, how about you?” You answered.

“Oh quite well, Durik’s healing rather well, too. I thank you again for recommending that herb of yours.” You only nodded your head in reply as you began looking around at the flowers displayed.

“Oh!” Draza’s exclamation caught your attention. “I just picked these out of my own garden for you, lass.” 

Turning your eyesight to the dwarrowdam, you watched her scurry around her shop for a moment before seemingly remembering where she had left those special flowers.

“My roses just bloomed recently and I wanted to give these to you today,” Draza said as she handed you a bouquet of beautiful red roses. 

“Oh, they’re wonderful, and they smell amazing. Thank you, these will be perfect.” You reached over to retrieve your coin pouch before Draza stopped you.

“No, no, deary, this is a gift. For the two of you.” She smiled. “May Mahal bless you,” she said as she shooed you away.

Nodding your head, you smiled and walked out of the shop.

Lifting the roses toward your nose, you inhaled the fragrant aroma of the flowers. The perfume of the bouquet reminded you of when you first met Fili. Who knew the awkward run-in with the crown prince would result in finding the love of your life. 

Smiling softly at the memory, you carefully shifted the roses into your arms as you continued your journey through the market.

The lively marketplace of Ered Luin was always an interesting one to visit. The mixture of humans and dwarves gave you access to explore the culture of man, which made up for the hectic energy that the market came with. 

Weaving your way around the crowds, you were on a mission to get out of there. After all, you have gotten what you came here for. 

Obtaining Master Borim’s lucrative cherry tarts.

Treating yourself was truly a great pastime after a long hard day at work.

Successfully dodging stray limbs in the crowd, your victory was cut short by a strong body.

“Oh, sorry! I didn’t see you there.” Strong arms grabbed yours in response to the sudden collison.

After balancing yourself from the stumble, you looked up and were met with the most vibrant blue eyes you had ever seen. 

The owner of the voice belonged to the most gorgeous dwarf you had ever laid your eyes on. His blonde, wavy hair framed his face perfectly even after being slightly windswept from the tumble the both of you had almost taken. Two short braids secured with beads swayed against his mouth. He wore a green tunic that had the top button undone, displaying a preview of the strong chest you had previously walked into.

Your eyes flicked back to the dwarf’s eyes which were now looking at you in worry. The stranger’s intense gaze brought your attention to the situation at hand again, causing you to step away from his embrace quickly.  

“Are you alright, lass?” Mahal, you were embarrassing yourself.

You cleared your throat, “Yes, I’m,” you straightened your clothes, “I’m okay, thank you. I should have been paying attention to where I was walking.” 

“No, it was completely my fault, here I made you drop your basket.” Before you could process what he had said, he had already extended his hand out waiting for you to grab your forgotten tarts. 

Seemingly, still out of your mind, you hadn’t noticed he had picked it up when you were unceremoniously ogling at the stranger.

Snap out of it. 

“Oh, right, thank you.” You closed your eyes for a second to collect yourself, before offering the dwarf your name. 

A smile filled his face, “Fili, at your service. What a beautiful name for a beautiful dwarrowdam such as yourself.”

Mahal, could he be any more charming? 

If your face hadn’t already been flushed from the embarrassment, it definitely was now.

After a quick moment of silence between the two of you, Fili glanced in your basket. “Are those pastries from Master Borim?”

“What?” Blinking your eyes in confusion you followed his gaze at the basket in your hand. “Oh, yes. He makes the best tarts... but it seems like they’ve been ruined now.” Both your eyes panned down to the floor where the cherry filling had met its unfortunate demise.

Fili quirked his mouth, “Well, I happen to know that Master Borim makes a new batch right around,” he glanced at the sky, “...now.”

You raised a brow, “Is that so?” 

Fili nodded his head quickly. “How about I pay you back for your lost dessert?”

Your heart was beating in your chest, you weren’t sure why but you felt your heart gravitating toward this newfound stranger; you were aching to get to know him more. 

His blue eyes looked at you expectantly, his eyebrows raised slightly, bated breath waiting for your answer. 

And in that moment, you knew you’d love him for the rest of your life.

“Lead the way.”

Rousing back from your thoughts, you peered over the passing stalls. Various vendors came out on Fridays to sell their fresh and new items for the weekend sales. Customers from Dale usually set out today to begin their perusing for the weekend as well so the market was extra busy than it typically was.

Leaning over carefully, you analyzed the collection of tea leaves, the aroma distracting you from your surroundings, beckoning you to reach over to grab a bundle. Stretching over, you picked the pink hibiscus tea bags and walked over to the owner to purchase them.

Thanking the merchant, you placed the dry flowers in your bag as you continued to explore the market. You’d have to bring a teapot next Friday so you can have tea with Fili at the hilltop.

Glancing around the stalls, you continued browsing the vast selections, a couple of things catching your eye or reminding you of Fili had you buying a few more items for the next hour.

You were chatting with a kind dwarf who was selling his selection of knives and daggers when you heard your name from behind.

The familiar voice rang in the air catching your attention, you excused yourself from the dwarf with a smile and a quick “thank you, will you excuse me?” before turning around to find the source of the voice.

Your eyes found Kili’s form waving his hand at you along with Tauriel beside him. 

“Ah, namad! Fancy seeing you here.” Kili’s peppy voice was paired with a broad smile on his face.

You ignored his antics and offered a simple, “Hello, Kili,” before turning to the elf, offering her a smile. “Tauriel, I haven’t seen you in a while, did you just get back?

“Yes, I just got back from Mirkwood last night.” Tauriel nodded in confirmation.

“How wonderful.” Your eyes met Kili’s as he glanced at the items in your hands. “Roses for Fili?” You hummed in confirmation. “He’ll love ‘em.” He nodded his head in approval.

Kili clicks his tongue, “you know, I told Fili multiple times to just court you.” Sighing dramatically he continues, “he was smitten, namad, I mean it was crazy how in love he was after just meeting you!” Kili’s arms were waving around as he attempted to count the amount of times he claimed to have told Fili to just ask you out. 

Noticing that neither you nor Tauriel seemed to give him the benefit of the doubt, he continued. “You know if it wasn’t for me, Fili would have never asked you out!” Kili points an accusatory finger in your direction, nodding his head vigorously, agreeing with himself. 

You simply raised an eyebrow at him.

Chuckling, Tauriel reaches over at Kili’s arm to lower it back to his side. “Okay, Kee, I think she gets it. I doubt you were the deciding factor anyways, Fili is far braver than you.” 

“Ah, I’ll have you know-” Kili’s attention was on Tauriel now as he attempted to defend himself in whatever non-existent argument he was battling in. 

Your eyes moved over to Tauriel as she gazed at him while Kili rattled off all the reasons why he was the superior and braver brother out of the two to her. The obvious joking tone in Tauriel’s resounding “oh really?”made you smile. Despite Kili’s waving hands, Tauriel simply watched his antics with love and admiration. The look in her gaze reminded you of yours whenever Fili acted a little too similar to his younger brother. 

A quiet thud drifted your attention from the novel you were currently invested in. Staying still for a second you waited to see if you’d hear the noise again or if you were imagining things. 

Thump. Thump.

Definitely not imagining things. 

You gently lifted your blankets off, before slowly making your way toward your window. 

The cold twilight breeze hit your face as you pulled the window open, making eye contact with the perpetrator of the noise. 

“Fili,” you scoffed, “What are you doing throwing rocks at my window? What if I was sleeping?  The sun hasn’t even risen yet.”

“Oh please, I knew you were awake because I saw the oil lamp on.” His mouth was slowly curving into a grin. “Come on, give me some credit, I care.” You glared at him. “Now, grab your coat and get out here.” 

“Wait, Fili!” You whisper-yelled, suddenly conscientious of the time. “Where are we going?” 

“You’ll see.”

You sighed and closed your window before quickly slipping on your boots. You looked in your mirror hastily attempting to make yourself look presentable before meeting Fili.

Since that day of running into him, you’ve hung out with Fili almost daily. The quickly growing friendship became one of your most cherished relationships with any other dwarf in the mountains. It was nice having a close friendship that forced you to socialize with others who weren't your family.

You knew deep down that it wasn’t simply because Fili made great for random adventures or telling you about a random story that he and his brother, Kili, had embarked on when they were children; no, it was because you were starting to develop feelings for the dwarf. Ones you weren’t sure were even reciprocated. 

Even though you hadn't known Fili for long, you could tell everyone loved him. He seemed to know anyone and everyone while making others fawn at him easily. Since he was the crowned prince, people had high affections for him and his brother. 

You honestly did not want to become just another person in the vast ocean of people in love with him. You were sure these feelings would go away soon enough.

Quietly opening your bedroom door, you tiptoed out the back, holding your breath in hopes of not waking anyone up. 

You heard the muffled close of the door, allowing you to relax. Looking up, the moon still shined bright, illuminating the scenery around you. 

“There you are, you really took your time.” Fili chided.

Ignoring his comment you replied, “Why did you call me out here?”

“I figured we could take a walk.” Fili’s tone was light. You could tell he wasn’t telling the full truth but disregarded it. 

“You couldn’t wait to go on a walk in the daytime?” You questioned, “You know, like when it’s bright out?”

Fili only hummed in reply. 

Glancing over at him you admired his profile. The moonlight accentuated his strong features, giving attention to his handsome visage. His hair was disheveled from the long day he probably had, but it didn't make him any less attractive. His golden hair looked as vibrant as ever, you held yourself back from reaching out and running your fingers through it.

Noting how long you were probably staring, you averted your eyes to your feet. You still weren't sure where you were going but Fili seemed to so you didn't question it. 

The silence was quickly broken by him. “I wanted to see you.”

“What?” You turned your head toward Fili.

“Why I couldn't wait,” he looked over at you, “I had to see you.” 

Fili’s eyes were soft, his tone delicate as if he hadn’t seen you the day before; like he was truly capturing every second of this moment as if you had been gone for centuries.

Feeling your skin blushing, you cleared your throat and looked forward again. Your eyes scanned the view before you, there was a hill up ahead with a lone tree standing at the top. The gravelly path the two of you were following had long turned to dirt and grass. You truly had no clue where Fili had taken you.

“Come, you’ll love this.” Fili grabbed your hand suddenly, pulling you toward the hill. The sudden rush of his hand securely holding yours had your head spinning. The beat of your heart thumping loudly enough to alert anyone in the vicinity. 

Fili picks up his pace and begins to run toward the top. Screaming you yell, “Wait, Fee, hold on!” Fili only laughs before continuing his sprint with you in tow.

The warmth of Fili’s hand vanishes, making you shiver slightly and pull your hand toward your chest. Turning your attention to the scenery, you take in the vast forest that lay ahead, the moon only illuminated a small portion of the town the two of you had just come from.

“You like it?” Fili’s voice breaks you out of the spell you were in. Nodding, you look over at him and smile. 

Fili’s face breaks out in a soft smile, one enough for his dimples to make an appearance. His hair was disheveled from his impromptu run up the hill and his fur jacket was tousled up slightly, exposing his undershirt he must have been sleeping in before coming to find you. 

Realizing the two of you were just looking at each other, you blush and turn away from him. 

Being at the top of the hill had brought a slightly cooler wind causing you to shiver. Your hands subconsciously began to rub your arms in hopes of creating some form of warmth.

Damn, you forgot your coat, and Fili had reminded you. 

Scolding yourself internally, you rolled your eyes at yourself. 

Great.

A new weight surrounded your shoulders pulling you from your thoughts. Turning, you made eye contact with Fili placing his jacket on you. “Told you to bring a coat, silly.” 

Your mind wasn't able to come up with anything witty so you reply with a lame, “thank you” and break eye contact with him. 

The familiar nerves and butterflies swarm your body. Attempting to distract yourself, you walked over to the tree noticing a bush behind it. Nearing it, you observed the blooming flowers. 

The pleasant sight of red roses greets your eyes as you lean over to smell them. The calming yet familiar aromatic scent of roses embraces you in their notes. 

Closing your eyes you welcome the quiet night landscape Fili brought you to. You could hear Fili’s footsteps walk away before returning back to your form, prompting you to open your eyes. 

You're greeted by the sight of Fili’s hand tightly holding onto a single rose, extended toward you. His face was neautral but you could see his hand wavering slightly, his nerves worried you weren’t going to accept the flower from him.

Laughing quietly, you take the rose from his hand and bring it to your nose. 

“You know,” Fili takes a deep breath, “I have come up with multiple scenarios and ways to tell you this-” He glances at you. “But I can never seem to say anything to you once you're in front of me, amrâlimê.” 

Shifting your attention to him, your eyes widen at the name. 

Did he just-?

“I had this whole thing prepared and I have been trying to memorize it but Kili told me to just go for it and so that’s why I wanted to see you tonight because I had the guts to do it at the moment.” Fili’s eyes analyzed your face, his brows were slightly scrunched in anxiety.

“I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you I think since I bumped into you at the market.” 

Smiling softly, you walk closer to him. “Are you going to keep talking or are you going to kiss me?” With a sigh of relief, Fili reaches over and pulls you into a kiss. 

Your tentative bodies meet with the long awaited confessions the both of you have been itching to spill to the other. His hand gently laid on your cheek as yours held onto the precious rose he had gifted you. 

Parting from each other, you smile shyly. “I love you too.” You look to the side, “Obviously, I mean who else would go out in the middle of the night with a random dwarf.” 

Rolling his eyes he holds your free hand before shouting an, “oh, wait!” His hands reach over to the pockets of his coat that still lay on top of your shoulders. 

“I almost forgot.” He lets out a nervous laugh before clasping his fingers around whatever he pulled out. “Will you do me the honor and accept my courting bead?”  

You're sure your cheeks will be sore in the morning due to the amount of times you’ve smiled at the dwarf in front of you tonight. 

Nodding your head you turn around and fiddle with your rose in your hand as Fili puts a new braid in your hair.

That familiar smile appeared on your lips as you returned to the present. 

Noticing your silence, Kili finishes his debate with himself and glances over at you.

“What are you smiling at, namad?” Kili’s face softens. 

Shaking your head, you look at Kili. “Nothing, I’m just remembering and,” you roll your eyes, “Kili’s right, you did in fact push Fili into finally asking him to court me.”

“Aha! See, I told you, Tauriel.” Kili’s triumph win brings a laugh to your lips as you shake your head at his antics once again. 

“I should probably continue with my journey, I need to get to the hilltop before it begins to gets too late.”

“You're going to see Fili, right?” Tauriel asks. Nodding you say nothing. “Give him my regards.” She says before turning to continue their way to wherever they were heading.

“I’ll see you later, namad!” Waving, you wait to see them walk away before turning back around to exit the market.

Your hands played with the stems of the roses in your arms, allowing for your mind to wander as your feet continued on the familiar path toward the hilltop.

After Fili and you had finally decided to court, the two of you were inseparable even more than you had already been. Your heart had felt whole, like your other half had finally come home. 

Because he had. Fili was finally home with you. 

Your One.

You knew Fili was your One. You probably knew since the day you set eyes on him. He completed you, he was able to know if you were upset before you yourself could even tell. The slightest sign and he was on you, at your beck and call offering to run and grab anything you might potentially need. 

Your heart burst with love any moment he looked at you. He didn't have to say or do anything, just his presence alone brought you joy. 

The bustling marketplace had long disappeared as you walked farther away. Bending down you removed your shoes and rolled up your pants before swiftly threading through a shallow stream. You knew you were getting close to the hill, the small water source indicating you were getting farther from town and closer to your destination. The cool water rushed around your ankles as you held onto your items tightly so as to not drop them in the water below. 

A giggle sounded from your mouth as your mind replayed a memory of the time Fili had fallen into a river by accident on a task that Dis has entrusted the three of you. 

Fili had tried to prove to Kili that he could in fact jump onto the rock that had sat in the middle of the river. The long distance had made you weary, warning you with a “it's slippery, please don't do it.” Only for him to wink at you as he went into a fullsprint toward the river that resulted in him ass first in the bottom of the river. 

Unfortunately for Dis, her package that the three of you were supposed to deliver had gotten soaked since Fili had forgotten to remove it off his back before pulling his stunt.

Let’s just say, Dis didn't ask the three of you to go on another task for a couple weeks. 

Shaking your head at the memory, you smile at the sky as you looked at the clouds. The random shapes formed together as they whispered along and played with each other. 

Your eyes scanned the trees on your left, the sparse woodsy area provided a view of the pond that sat in the middle of it.

The leaves on the trees swayed in the wind, the quiet whistle it made filled your senses as you continued your hike. 

Shifting the roses into the other arm, a groan escaped your mouth after a sharp pain shot through your left shoulder. Pausing slightly, you gently relaxed your arm so as to not trigger another pang. You still weren’t used to being conscious of your shoulder blade even after all these months. The new addition from the quest was a result of being shoved into a rock during the final battle.

You had honestly forgotten about your injury since you hadn’t set it off all day so far. 

You hummed and began walking again, you mind on the quest now.

There had been talks of reclaiming Erebor but you didn’t actually think it’d happen. You were quickly proven wrong when Fili immediately sought you after talking to his Uncle.

“Uncle has asked me to join his quest. I agreed.”

“What? Why can’t you just tell him no, Fili.”

“You know I can’t.”

“I just don't want to lose you.”

“And you won’t, come with me, ghivashel.”

His quick decision of adding you to the company had been an easy solution for you. There was no way you’d be separated from Fili for however long the quest would take.

Not knowing if he’d return back to you? No, you couldn’t do it. 

So naturally you accepted his offer.

Thorin was hesitant on allowing you to join at first, but after suffering from a day of short responses from you everytime he tried to talk to you, he eventually gave in. 

Your quiet and regular life was quite a harsh lifestyle to get used to once the quest had ended. The constant life on the road, being weary of any and every move the company made until you all were able to find shelter was a life you had gotten used to.

While the journey did bring hardships, you and Fili had both created a new personal goal to achieve once the quest finished.

The quiet stream of the lake lulled you in a relaxing daze you hadn’t been able to get with the already exhausting journey the quest was becoming. 

Stopping in Rivendell was a gift and a must needed stop that Gandalf had granted you all even if Thorin didn’t agree with it. 

You for one, did agree.

The distant music the elves were creating further soothed you as you leaned on the smooth rocks behind you with your eyes closed, giving into the relaxing environment. 

A snap of a branch followed by a quiet “shit” prompts you to open your eyes in order to find the perpetrator who was currently disrupting your alone time.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing, I’m joining my lovely One in a relaxing bath she did not invite me to.”

You watched as Fili began to remove his clothes, blushing slightly at the wink he sent you when he caught you peeking at him. 

Before you could process anything, Fili catches you off guard by unceremoniously jumping into the water.

Attempting to shield yourself from the water he splashed at you, your arms scramble to block the waves of the disturbed lake. 

“I swear sometimes I think you act more like the younger brother than Kili does.”

Emerging from the water, he grins at you and shakes his hair in response.

Shielding yourself again, you groan at his antics.

The moonlight highlighted Fili’s blond hair, the waves already losing a bit of shape due to the water, but not making him any less ethereal at the moment. Your gaze wandered down, watching the water cascade down his strong chest, emphasizing his toned body. 

You were grateful that his eyes were currently closed because if he had caught you ogling at his naked torso (again), you’d never hear the last of it.

You eyed a droplet that had fallen from his hair onto his chest, the bead slowly making its descent into the water, becoming whole with the lake once again.

Your heart swelled with being with your One, he made you feel whole. 

Your attention returned to Fili’s face, his eyes meeting yours with a knowing smile on his lips. Rolling your eyes in silent response, you watch as he wades over toward you. 

His face softens as he just observes you. Even after so many years together, Fili’s gaze always seemed to make you nervous and create butterflies in your stomach.

“You look beautiful.” Fili whispers. 

Laughing quietly, you look over at him. “Yeah, now I do after finally being able to bathe myself.” 

Shaking his head, he smiles. “You always look beautiful, amrâlimê.”

“Well, it’s a gift.” You joked back. 

Fili doesn’t laugh but instead continues to gaze at you. “I still can’t believe you’re with me.” 

“If not me, who else?” Fili rolls his eyes, “Kidding.” You smile at yourself before moving closer to his body.

“You know, you still make me nervous.” You confess. 

Fili grins, you continued, “I still freak out over if I should hold your hand,” you laugh at yourself, “I just always freeze whenever you're near, even after these years. You’d think I’d get over it.” You huffed finally. 

Laughing, Fili takes your hands and intertwines his, pulling you toward him more. He doesn't say anything for a bit, simply admiring your face. You wondered how you must’ve looked, your hair was most likely flat on your head pinned against your face. Your tired eyes drooped slightly from the relaxing moment the two of you were having. You’d most likely say you looked ugly but you knew he’d replied with a “never.”

“Marry me.”

“What?”

“Marry me, amrâlimê. Let us spend eternity with each other.” He grabs your hands. “Once we reclaim Erebor, will you stand by me and be my future wife?”

“Fili,” you felt your head nodding, “of course.” 

Smiling, he pulls you gently into a soft kiss. His lips were soft against your own, the hint of wine still on his lips from dinner earlier mingled with your own. 

Pulling away quickly he rushes out the water to retrieve something from his pile of belongings. Carefully returning to you, he extends his arm out to give you a rose. 

“Ah, yes my rose.” Bringing the flower to your nose, you asked. “Where did you get it?”

“Elrond may or may not be one rose less in his flower garden.” He answered truthfully.

Laughing, he pulls you toward him again to kiss your cheek, “I promise you, once Erebor is reclaimed. You will be my wife, ghivashel.”

“Well, I can’t wait.” Your voice whispers as the two of you seal your promise with a kiss.

Your hand subconsciously finds itself playing with your braid as your eyes gazed at the tree in the horizon. 

Almost there.

Your fingers fiddled at the bead that held your marriage braid, the cool metal that held the Durin emblem had been neatly carved by Fili upon your wedding day. In addition to your original courting bead, both of them sat in their adjoining spots in the same braid in your hair. It was a habit of yours to trace the carvings with your fingers. He’d always smile at you when you’d zone out and he would notice you fiddling with them.

You pulled the braid in front of your face to inspect it. There were a few stray pieces of hair that had fallen out of place. 

You’d have to rebraid it when you get back to your chambers. 

Clearing your throat, you hummed to yourself as you began your trek up the hill. 

After the battle, you had walked around the nearby area and found this hilltop that was eerily similar to the one where you and Fili had your first kiss on back in Ered Luin. Finding comfort in the almost identical layout, you decided to make this your spot where you and Fili could meet every Friday.

The satisfying feeling of deja vu washed over you as you watched the lone pine tree gently sway in the wind, reminding you of your younger selves, totally infatuated with each other standing there on that hill waiting for the other to finally confess their love for the other.

You stood still for a second, catching your breath from the steep hill you just walked up. 

Your eyes admired the view that the hilltop offered. The sun’s rays beamed down, showcasing the scenery before you. The quiet birds calling out to each other along with the wind running through the tree’s leaves gave you a nice break from the bustling market from earlier.  

Sighing, you peer down as you finally kneeled. 

“Hello, Fili,” you whispered. “I got you your roses, amrâlimê.”

You smiled as you placed the bouquet of roses down before wiping stray leaves that had fallen on the gravestone. Your fingers traced the familiar engravings of Fili’s name, you sighed softly and sat down fully. 

“Ran into Kili and Tauriel on the way here, she says hi by the way.” Your voice rang in the quiet air. 

You sat in silence for a bit as you busied yourself by replacing the old bouquet of roses from last week that were currently sitting in the vase at the base of the gravestone. The delicate petals fell as you gently removed them from the clear glass, dumping the water as well. 

You stood up and walked over to a bucket that you had placed to catch any rain water. Dipping the vase into the bucket, you lifted the glass and made sure the water level was to your liking. 

Satisfied, you walked back to the grave and sat back down to continue your quiet task of arranging the roses. 

Leaning over to place the vase back in its spot, your hand lingered over the gravestone, your fingers hovered over the words“Warrior, Prince, Son, and Fiancé” before dropping your hands in your lap. 

You met Fili every Friday to give him his roses. Some days you’re able to have a calm visit where you just clean around the grave and replace the flowers and leave. 

Other days you absolutely lose your mind.

It looked to be like the latter day.

The feeling of wetness appears on your skin, the familiar streaks of tears make their appearance on your face. 

“I’m sorry.” You say as you wipe your tears roughly. “I’m trying.”

“I really am, Fili.” 

“But it's so hard.”

“Everywhere I look I just-,” a gasp released from your throat as you attempted to regain your breath.

“Everything reminds me of you.”

And everything truly did. 

It didn't help that wherever you went there were sad looks from people. At first, you didn't notice them. Not caring what others thought, you were too busy mourning the loss of your One to care. But as time went on, and the months came one by one, everyone began to move on.

But not you, you’d always stay. 

Soon those sad stares turned into pity, whispers of “she visits him every Friday” and “she still speaks of him as if he’s still alive.” 

They moved on. They’ve returned back to their daily lives. But you hadn’t.

How could you?

The tears were constant. Droplets falling onto your hands and the ground where you faced. Your vision was blurry and you were beginning to develop a headache. “Why wasn’t I there?” You heaved. 

Clamping your mouth shut, you attempted to prevent yourself from screaming. Too many Fridays have gone by where you go back with your voice gone and your head pounding in the morning.

“I’m so sorry.”

Your throat was so tight.

You felt like there wasn’t any air in your lungs, slicing orcs that lay in your path was the result of pure adrenaline. 

You needed to find him.

The icy wind bit at your exposed skin, your hands were starting to get a bit numb from the frantic rushed fighting you were doing in an attempt to get to him faster.

Scanning the area, you continued your way toward where Fili was. 

The white snow blinded you slightly as your feet carried you around the corner. You sucked your breath as you were met with Fili on the ground. 

Dropping your sword in your hand, you rushed toward him to kneel beside him. “Fili.”

“Amrâlimê.” His face widened as he noticed your presence. 

Frantically, you opened his coat before pressing your hand on the stab wound. “Hey, hey-you’re going to be okay. I’m here.” Your head turned around looking for anyone but found no luck.

A cough brought your attention back to Fili, his blue eyes meeting yours. “Stay.”

Reaching over you brought his hand to your lips.“Of course. Of course, I’ll stay.” You knew it wasn’t going to be possible to get Fili out of here without catching any orcs’ attention. The wound was too deep anyways.

And that fall.

“I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good.” He breathed.

Despite all that was happening, Fili’s face was filled with a smile. Directed toward you and only you.

Tears spilled from your face, as you looked at his body. Your mouth began to tremble as you remembered-

“Hey, don’t cry. I want to see your beautiful face happy. Please.”

Closing your eyes you smiled slowly before meeting Fili’s again. You bent over to kiss him on his lips. 

Fili’s eyes never left yours. “Remember how nervous I was when we first kissed?”

Laughing slightly, you nodded, “You’re so cute when you're nervous. I had to tell you to just kiss me. ”

It was quiet for a moment.

“Kili.” Fili’s voice was light. 

“He’s fine,” Your mind rushed to when you last saw Kili, you weren't entirely sure where he was. “And your uncle.” 

Fili blinked slowly as you swallowed. Silence falls on the two of you again. The muffled noise from fighting nearby could be heard.

“We need to have roses.”

Not processing what he said, you tilted your head. “What?”

“For the wedding. We need to have roses. It’s kinda-,” he breathed, “kinda our thing.”

You smiled as you brought your hand to his cheek and caressed his face. Wiping stray blood off, you delicately traced his face. 

“Of course…of course, we’ll have roses, my love.” 

“I’ll have to find,” he caught his breath, “the freshest ones just for you.” 

Nodding silently, you closed your eyes attempting to not begin sobbing. 

“I love you.” You opened your eyes again. Fili was still smiling up at you like he always was. 

“I love you, too.” You breathed out.

You bent down to kiss him again, noticing that he was beginning to get cold but you tried to ignore it.

His eyes glazed over for a second before letting out a small breath of air. 

Sobbing you pulled him closer to you. “I’m here, my love. I’m here.” Your chest shook as you attempted to muffle your cries.

With one last breath, Fili closed his eyes and you felt his body relax. 

Shutting your eyes, you wailed.

[intoxicated-chan]

𝐘𝐨𝐮❜𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐝 𝐌𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐞

Summary ➳ Thranduil’s words ring in your head as reality of your immortality hits. You should’ve known that it was too good to be true.

(A/n) ➳ Inspired by “Rolling in the Deep” by Adele. This is going to have two other endings, one happy ending and angst ending.

Word Count ➳ 1.4k

Content Warnings ➳ Female reader, Reader is an Elf, pet names (amrâlimê, meleth nîn), heavy angst, mentions of death, mentions of violence…

Thranduil’s words hit you hard when you were brought in front of him while the rest were locked up. He sat cockily on this throne and spat out words that enraged you right down to the core. But it made sense… You were an Elf, not a half-Elf. You cannot choose between immortality or mortality.

You would walk the lands of Middle-Earth until you were struck down or go to Valinor. Dwarves live long but not close enough to compare to an Elves’s lifespan. Even so… Even after death, Kili will go where you cannot follow.

“If you love him, and you are confident that he loves you. It would be best if you parted ways now or until either of you die on the field.” Thranduil spoke soft and low. “You have enough time in your life to find another or none at all. You will face his death or he will face your immortality. It’s a relationship that will never hold happiness.”

“I can’t go with you Kili.” You pulled your hand from him while stepping back into the direction of Mirkwood. “I cannot continue with you all.”

“W-What do you mean?” Kili was already in pain, was it the adrenaline or the pain throbbing from his thigh that was keeping him from thinking the worst? “Come on, we don’t have enough time. The orcs are on our tail.”

“Let me rephrase…” You took a deep breath to relax your beating heart and to clutch the hilt of your stolen sword tightly. “I’m not coming. This is where my journey ends.”

“You can’t say that! You’re part of the company-!”

“I am part of no company. I came with you all out of pity.”

“You’re lying!”

“This is where it ends for me-!”

“Enough!” Thorin interrupted, marching to you and Kili, he was already angry, tired, and completely drenched. “If she wishes to leave then let her! We have no time to carry dead weight!” He said before turning back to the rest of the Company who were trying to decide what to do.

“(Y/n), surely this isn’t you. You cannot turn back now, we are so close.” Kili pleaded with you, using whatever strength to stand on his own.

“Kili-”

He snatched your hands, holding them together in his own bloody hands to lay a kiss on them. “Please, do not go. Don’t go where I won’t be able to follow. I want you to lay your eyes on my home, I want to do it with you.”

He looked up at you with watery eyes and a tear falling…

Kili then gripped your shirt with both of his hands to pull you down into a frantic kiss. His lips quivered as he held back the urge to burst into tears right in front of you and the rest. “I beg you, amrâlimê.”

“...Goodbye, Kili.” You pulled away once more and could see everyone staring at you. You gave no time for them to say anything, only a silent nod in Thorin’s direction before rushing back to Mirkwood and hopefully talking of leaving the forest the same way you came in, even if it met you’d have to face the spiders again.

You chose to lay down your sword and leave for Rivendell to spend your many years in solace until you were ready to sail to Valinor. You believed that Thranduil informed Lord Elrond that you were on your way since he welcomed you with open arms but he refused to say anything.

There were many Elves, but not once have you attempted to have conversations with them. You kept to yourself, reading, walking, eating and then bed, almost like a pattern.

It continued for months until you received two letters. One from Thranduil and one from Kili. But they were delivered at the same time, the messenger explained that Thranduil let Kili write to you one last time.

Thranduil wrote to you, his words solidified your choice to leave the Company behind. Yet there was guilt still residing since what you said was a lie. You joined because you genuinely wanted to help, you hoped that it would’ve been easier on the rest.

When it came to Kili’s letter, you wanted to push it aside, hoping to read it when you felt ready. But you knew you couldn’t push it back anymore.

‘Amrâlimê,

It has been some time since I’ve last felt your warmth, or heard your voice, or held your hands. I miss the way you speak in rhymes, or stories of your adventures and battles. I wished you too could have laid your eyes on Erebor, and I’m still sure you will love it here. Everyone knows you didn’t mean those words, they didn’t take it to heart. They wish for your return as well, as do I.

I wish to spend the rest of my days with you and you alone, and if I must come and find you then I will. You have my heart, you have me in your hands, and my home isn’t truly home if you aren’t there with me.’

You still had a second page to read but you broke down, sobbing as you held the letter like your life depended on it. You were fighting with yourself, you were desperate to rush back to Erebor and see him.

But Thranduil’s words once again rang through your head. You can go back to Kili but then face his death or you could stay here but still face his death… Either way, he dies in the end. There was no way around it.

Lord Elrond comes into your line of sight, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. You managed to slow your tears and clear your throat. “When is the next ship to Valinor going to leave?”

“If you make this decision, you cannot go back.” Lord Elrond warned you. “You still have time to be with him. Do not make a decision you will regret.”

“I’ve had my time, I know my choice. Kili should be with his people.”

“(Y/n)-”

“Kili shall receive my sword, Fili will get my knives, Thorin will have my collection of jewels, and Bilbo will be gifted my journals.” You looked back at the nicely boxed items. “The rest can get a choice of my belongings.”

“You have planned this out from the start, haven’t you?”

“Elves can only love Elves, it’s easier without heartbreak.” You folded Kili’s letter neatly. “I would like to thank you for the hospitality.”

“A group is leaving now.” Lord Elrond can see that you weren’t going to change your mind, he sighed and nodded. “I wish you well (Y/n).”

“Thank you once again, Elrond.” You grabbed your cloak and wrapped it around your shoulders as you left your room and towards the group of Elves leaving for Valinor as well.

‘Kili,

From the day you sought me out and I watched you climb that tree to proclaim how you wished to be with me. Or the hours by the campfire exchanging stories. It saddens me that this will be my final words to you, if there was some other way for us to be together without it being painful then trust me when I say I would run right back to you.

You amazed me each day, the jokes, your skills, you will continue to surprise me from this day and until my last. I will think back to you and your smile, but please understand that my decision is for the best.

With all of my life, meleth nîn. Someday, we shall meet again but not in this world.’

“This is a lie.” Kili slammed his hands on the table. “Where is she?!”

“Kili!” Fili pulled him back.

“I speak nothing but the truth, she left for Valinor, she’s days away if not then boarding the ships.” Elrond informed the two brothers. “Either way, she’s gone, beyond your reach.”

But Kili still refused, he shook his head angrily. “That’s still a chance.”

“You won’t be able to change her mind.” Fili warned him.

“If she wanted to… She would say it to my face.” He rushed off, nearly taking a tumble down the steps.

Fili chased after him, grabbing his arm to stop him. “You heard what the Elf said, she could be boarding the ships.”

“Or days away!” Fili froze as he saw tears swell his eyes. “I cannot let her go, I promised myself that wherever she goes, I will go. I could not do it the first time, but I am now.”

© Intoxicated-Chan 2023, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without my permission.

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Fanfic Friday - 3/3/23

(More to be added at a later date)

Requests are open

You, Me, and The Seven Seas - James Norrington X Female Reader; Sometime during POTC: Dead Man's Chest or POTC: At World's End, you reunite with James after so many years apart.

The Siren's Song - Fili Durin X Female Reader; While traveling to Erebor, the Company wanders through a misty forest where they hear enchanting singing; unknowingly falling into the clutches of a siren. But, Fili hasn't fallen for your trap, he's fallen for you.

Whipped - Luke Skywalker X GN Reader - Requested; Luke is completely whipped for the Reader. And the Reader feels the same. So much so that Leia and Han try and set them up.

Never Gonna Give You Up - Helmut Zemo X Female Reader - Requested; Helmut and the Reader are head over heels for each other, and they are never gonna give each other up. They care and trust one another way too much to let anything happen. They don't want to lose one another. They had gone through so much already.

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