#kili stories

[kilikina34512]

Loki Meets Peter

I hate how long I've been gone from writing and posting, but to explain would be a story in itself. Long short, life sucks, desire for enjoyments was gone, and I'm refinding myself and my writing. I look forward to writing more here and there until I have more time again. It's shorter than I prefer to write, but I had an hour only to spare.

This story is based from a meme I saw on TikTok that I can't seem to find again, but wrote from what I remembered with my own flare to it. Divider courtesy of @firefly-graphics. Make sure to check them out!

Pairing: Loki x f!reader

Summary: Loki comes back to the compound only to meet Spiderman. Basically, Peter being Peter and Loki's reaction to it.

Warnings: none, kinda fluffy cute

Word Count: 706

You were so happy to have Loki home, you could barely peel yourself from his side after the Bifrost had vanished.  He'd been gone off world with Thor for over a month dealing with a conflict that was facing Asgard.  Part of his release from life in the dungeons had been contingent on using his abilities for good, which for Odin had meant responding when summoned to fight for Asgard instead of its destruction.  

A deal you weren't enthusiastic about, but that was a battle for another day.

Right now, you were enjoying just being able to hold his hand as you both walked into the compound.  You knew he'd been healed already before returning home, but you could see the strain in his body language that you'd learned to read.  His shoulders were more tense and tight, spine straighter than normal to hide the fatigue, his face a bit stonier than it normally would be with you around.  You had a relaxing day planned for the two of you, everyone already knowing not to bother you so you could both spend time together after such a time away from one another.  

You were halfway down the hall that led to your suite when a door closer to you opened and a small form came out of the room.  Seeing who it was, you feared this could go badly with how tense your God of Mischief was.  It wasn't uncommon for him to snap at someone when he'd come back from Asgard, which was why no one had a problem with you helping him get back into a more amiable mood.  

Before you could say anything against it, the boy a few inches taller than you raced over and had his hand stuck towards your man.  "You must be Mr. Loki!  Hi, I'm Peter, Peter Parker.  It's so nice to finally meet you, she's told me so much about you."  Peter's eyes quickly indicated you before staring excitedly at the god before him.  You'd already told Loki about the newest Avenger on your way inside the building so that if they came across each other, it wouldn't be a surprise.  Still, you'd hoped not to have this meeting until tomorrow.

Letting go of your hand after a moment of hesitation, Loki finally shook Peter's hand.  "You must be the one called Spiderman.  I am Loki, of Asgard."

Peter, in his ever inquisitive nature, immediately asked, "I know you're an Avenger too, but, aren't you like... a bad guy?"

Loki, ever the smart mouthed silver-tongued Prince, didn't hesitate to respond, "It varies from moment to moment."

You gave Loki an admonishing look that you knew he saw.  You could see the faint tug of his lips, knowing he wanted to smirk at your response.  "So," Peter dragged out before continuing, "How much do I need to worry?  Like, on a scale of one to ten, one being flicking someone's ear and ten being something horrible like killing puppies and kittens, where are you at right now?"

Loki blinked and you barely held back the giggle that wanted to let loose.  You watched his posture relax ever so slightly and his voice came out with less of its formal tone.  "I would say it is currently about a three."

The boy in front of you both smiled before nodding.  "Cool, could you let me know if it ever gets above a six?"  Looking down at the alert on his watch, Peter looked back up with a more urgent expression.  "I have to go, Happy is waiting to take me over to see Aunt May.  It was nice to meet you!"  With that, the boy rushed away as fast as he could without all out running.  

After a moment of staring at Peter as he departed, Loki turned to look at you, amusement shining in his eyes.  "I like the boy of arachnids.  He amuses me greatly."

A wide smile broke out across your face as you tugged him back down the hall again, ready to spoil him.  "I'm glad to hear it, he's a precious bean for sure.  Now let's get to our room, I have everything ready for a bath and a new book of poetry is beside the bed ready for cuddles and reading."

[miklansur1]

Thorin Oakenshield x Modern!Reader

Warning: None

Type: Fluff

A/n: just a short story to show people how I write so that if you guys like my writing, you can start requesting. ☺️

Summary: You and Thorin are the last people awake and you take this as an opportunity to talk with Thorin.

The whole company was asleep. Except for two people, Thorin and Y/n. That was the only reason the fire was still going. Both of them sat at opposite ends of the cave. Thorin was sat up, leaning against the cave as he examined his sword. It was his turn for night watch duty. Which he volunteered for…it didn’t even seem he was tired.

While Y/n was on the other side of the cave, laying down unlike Thorin. Her eyes wide open, thinking deeply. She can’t lie and say that she didn’t like being in one of her favorite movies, but it was so hard to sleep with the constant snoring, the blazing fire, and the make-shift bed. If she could even call it a bed. It more like a sleeping bag, just thinner.

So she finally had enough and tiredly sat up in the bed. Her exhausted eyes meeting Thorin’s blue eyes.

“Why are you still awake? We have a long road ahead of us.” Thorin sternly spoke. Making eye contact with Y/n as she stretched.

“I could ask you the same thing…” Y/n responded, yawning as she leaned herself against the wall.

“Is something troubling you, Y/n?” Thorin asked, noticing Y/n usual expressions faded away and replaced with exhaustion. With black circles under her eyes. “I can tell something is weighing you down.” Thorin added.

“Can you really…?” Y/n teased, chuckling softly to herself. Her eyebrows furrowing as Thorin got up from his spot from the opposite side of the cave to sit beside her.

“Is it because you are tired or would you like to talk? I am always to listen, even if your voice has already tired me out.” Thorin added, sliding his sword back into its sheathe. Taking a deep breath. He had to admit that seeing Y/n so tired and quiet was new to him. She was just like his two nephews, loud, bubbly, funny.

But…her sudden seriousness is new and almost sad for Thorin to see. Especially for how long he has gotten to know her. She was much different than the women he met before, it wasn’t because she came from a different world, literally, but she was so unique in his eyes.

She was intriguing to Thorin. As Thorin got to know Y/n, he was surprised to find out that she even has any problems, in his eyes, she was…almost…perfect. But of course he would never say that to her face…Nor that he could even do that…Her features made it almost impossible to look away.

Thorin quickly pushed those thoughts away and watched the fire as it blazed and withered around each second.

“I kind of miss my life back home…I never thought I would be the one to say this, but I kind of miss my bed and the food and even my pet.” Y/n explained, chuckling quietly to herself.

“I understand how it feels to be homesick…I have felt it so many times I lost count.” Thorin commented.

“Truly, I am on this adventure to find a way out, once I find it, I’ll be gone…no offense.” Y/n added.

That kind of stung for Thorin. He didn’t know why but it was truly her decision. Thorin doesn’t exactly have a reason to keep her here.

“Hm…that would hurt the rest of the company. Especially my nephews, Fili and Kili, they have grown quite fond of you.” Thorin nodded, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath after, relaxing himself.

“Have they? I am surprised by how much they are your opposite considering that you are their uncle.” Y/n giggled. “They take more of your looks than personality. I wouldn’t have guessed you were related to them if they hadn’t told me.”

“Honestly, I would have guessed they were your sons…” Y/n added. “Do you have sons Thorin?” Y/n suddenly asked out of pure curiosity, her head turning to looked at Thorin.

That question caught Thorin off guard. He didn’t even have children, not even a lover. He never exactly thought of it like that. In which he shrugged in response.

“I don’t have children.” Thorin answered sternly.

“You don’t??? Interesting…” Y/n nodded.

“Why don't you head back to sleep? I will continue my night watch.”

“I will try.”

Y/n gave Thorin one last smile before laying back down on the thin sleeping bag. Trying to make do with what she had. Even if it took her a while to actually fall asleep.

-

The next morning, she actually slept, but she didn’t sleep well, her back hurt a lot. So now she was awake and still tired. Finding herself blinding from the light and the sound of everyone talking and packing their things. Wait…why was she the last one to wake up? Why did nobody wake her up as early as they usually did.

So she got up in a panic, confused to find Thorin’s jacket resting over her shoulders.

Had Thorin been the one to let her sleep in? That made Y/n smile, that was thoughtful….

[brainrotbabe24]

Heyyyyy loveeee can you write about Thorins company with a reader who speaks more than one language? Like theyre all speaking Khuzdul and thinking that reader only speaks Common tongue but then BOOM they hear reader speaking some complicated ass language/their mother tongue and theyre in shockkk hehe

Cause id definetly speak Polish around them just so theyd know that I speak a complicated language too 😌😌

Hi! Thank you so much for this request! 💖🤩

I tried something new...so instead of the usual GIF sets with a little paragraph, I tried writing a short story! It's about ~480 words. I think Tumblr calls them one-shots or something...if anyone knows, please tell me idk how to tag stuff 🥺😭

Weariness and hunger weighed heavily on everyone’s shoulders. After a long day of travel, the company was eager to unwind. They decided to detour into a town and stop at a local tavern. 

Thorin’s eyes scanned the room filled with rowdy patrons.

“Khuzdûl only,” he murmured to the group. “We don’t want any unwanted attention.”

Finding a table in the corner, you volunteered to order a round of drinks and headed to the bar. As you looked around, you noticed the suspicious glances your friends were receiving, and you felt uneasy. Was this a bad idea? Your thoughts were interrupted by someone bumping into you.

“Move the hell over,” the man growled, shoving past you. You tried to ignore him, focusing on gathering the glasses the barmaid had given you.

“What a waste of space,” his friend sneered, adding to the insults.

Having had a long day, you weren’t in the mood for this. You walked back to the table, distributing the drinks, and saw that the men had followed you.

“Hey, what’s a bunch of dwarves doing here?!” the first man slurred.

“And look at that, they’ve got a human with them,” he laughed mockingly. 

The company exchanged wary glances, speaking quietly in Khuzdûl. You ignored the man, trying to enjoy your drink, but he persisted with increasingly rude comments.

“I bet they make the human polish all their tools every night!" the one man barked out.

“How pathetic!” his friend added, both of them bursting into a roar of laughter.

“Why don’t you back off?” you said, your voice calm but firm.

The man sneered. “Or what? What are you going to do about it?”

Before you could respond, he shoved you, spilling your drink. That was the final straw.

“Listen here, asshole...” you began, launching into a tirade in your native language. The words flowed rapidly and fiercely. The man looked bewildered, unable to understand the language but sensing the anger behind it. The company stared at you, speechless. To punctuate your insults, you spat in the man’s face.

“Bullseye!” Nori joked, laughing with the company.

The man, now furious, lunged at you. Thorin and the company sprang into action. With 14 against two, it was an easy fight, and you managed to kick the troublemakers out. Dusting yourselves off, you nursed a few minor injuries but were in high spirits.

“Did you see that?” Gloin said, taking a swig of his beer.

“Didn’t take much to make them cry” Kili laughed.

“Hey, Y/n, I didn’t know you spoke another language,” Dwalin said, his tone filled with newfound respect.

You hear a roar of approval from the group, now all looking at you. 

Fili leaned in, “What language was that?”

Ori’s eyes widened with curiosity. “Can you teach us?”

You glanced at Thorin, who nodded approvingly, a rare smile on his face. “You’ve got more hidden talents than we realized. Well done.”

You smiled. The bond between you and the group felt stronger than ever.

[atlantablack]

Okay okay, if you're up for it, for the micro story ask, what about "don't leave"?

I feel like the real challenge here is - can I keep this micro - brevity is not my friend but let's see

Bilbo is already half-way to Dale -- his pack heavy on his back, Gandalf a steady presence at his side -- when he hears the sound of hooves behind them.

When he turns, worried that something has managed to go wrong in the hours since they left Erebor, he finds Thorin barreling towards him on a pony, closely followed by Dwalin, Kili, & Fili.

All he can really do is stare, open mouthed, as the group speeds toward him. What could have possibly happened? A traitorous part of his heart whispers, he's come to ask you to stay, but he knows that's a lie. He'd been in Erebor for an entire season and Thorin had never once given him any indication that he wanted Bilbo to stay past the winter.

Bilbo knows it's a lie and so it makes no sense to him at all when Thorin swings himself off of the pony, strides forward, and the first words to come out of his mouth are, "Don't leave. Amrâlimê. I do not have the right to ask this of you but do not leave."

Thorin's eyes are very blue and Bilbo's heart is beating very loud. He dimly recognizes that his walking stick has slipped from his fingers but it seems rather unimportant in the face of Thorin's earnest words.

"I don't understand," he says, clinging to his composure by his fingertips. "Why would I stay?" What he doesn't say is, how could I not, when it's you asking, how could I not?

Thorin flinches but resolutely takes another step forward to grab his hand. Bilbo lets him, unwilling to deny Thorin anything even now.

"I do not have the right but I will ask regardless," Thorin says so quietly his words are in danger of being whipped away by the wind. "I would ask that you stay by my side so that I may court you. So that I would not have to know the bleakness of days spent without you by my side."

Bilbo stares. And stares. Oh, he thinks, wondering if this is what it feels like to fall in love all over again. It's a rock slide and a flood. It's the anxious twist of Thorin's mouth, the way the midday sun hits the blue of Thorin's eyes and leaves them dazzling.

"Oh," he says out loud. And then again. A wet sounding laugh bubbles up and out of his mouth. "Oh, of course you stupid, stupid dwarf. All you had to do was ask me."

Fili and Kili break out into cheers but Bilbo doesn't have eyes for anyone except Thorin and the smile that breaks across his face. When Thorin kisses him it's a thousand shades of summer and fresh spring rain, which is to say, it's home.

[mithrilhearts]

An Unexpected First Impression

Happiest of birthdays, @elvain!! Thank you so much for being an amazing part of the community, supporter, and most importantly, a kick-ass friend! I appreciate you so much, and hope you have a wonderful day!! 💖

bilbo & tauriel (background bagginshield) | post-botfa | 7.1k

When news of the first caravan from Ered Luin hits the mountain, Bilbo and Tauriel find themselves anxious of meeting the Princess of Erebor. Together they set out to make a great first impression - hopefully.

“I don’t see why you’re so worried.”

“This is your sister. The mother of your nephews, and one of the greatest dwarves I’ve heard about over the past several months. If I don’t make a good impression with—Thorin I’m serious!”

Thorin had fallen into a small fit of laughter, only for a pillow to be thrown at his head.

“I already hear from the dwarves of the Iron Hills that it will be impossible to impress the masses based on my being a hobbit, that doesn’t worry me. What does worry me is impressing your family,” Bilbo sighed, taking a seat on the side of the bed and rubbing his fingers at his temples. “I feel…inadequate most days, and the fact you’ve chosen me to be your spouse still baffles me. Earning Dis’ approval could help me see past some of that.”

A few beats of silence passed, save for the sound of fabrics shifting as Thorin moved across the bed to sit near his intended’s side. “You’re far from inadequate, Kurdûn,” he purred reassuringly, resting his hands on Bilbo’s shoulders. “I hate that you feel this way, Bilbo, and I have every confidence my sister will love you just…”

“Just?” Turning his head to the side to see Thorin there, rubbing at his shoulders from behind and pressing a kiss to his nose, Bilbo couldn’t help but snort, even if he felt more distressed than before.

“Just not as much as I love you.”

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[satureja13]

'A-one, two One, two, three

On the fourth of July 1806 We set sail from the sweet Cove of Cork We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks For the Grand City Hall in New York

'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft And oh, how the wild wind drove her She stood several blasts, she had 27 masts And they called her the Irish Rover'

The Irish Rover - The Pogues feat. The Dubliners (One of my favourite songs of all time)

Helm Satureja steered the 'Sea Urchin' through the jagged rocks of the coast at early dawn: "Land Ahoy!"

Saiwa: "Oh Little Goat! We're on a pirate ship! Now that's awesome!" (Yes, this is Saiwa's Therapy Game! Jack and Ji Ho finally persuaded him to try ^^')

TMI: Satureja and Kili are two of my oldest Sims 4 Sims. I created them with the 'Create a Sim' tool thing they released before the game started in September 2014. They also were part of our 'Bacalao Bay' Adventures.

First Mate Guidry: "The Vicegerent will be pleased, Captain. We obtained abundant booty for him." Captain? Tiny Can made him the Captain of this ship? Again the leader?

Responsible for a crew and their actions - again? And - as it seems - again the bumper. Here ingame between the Vicegerent and his Crew and in the real world between the Resistance and the Boys... Oh no.

Soon the sun rose and they reached Bacalao Bay.

Seems the Crew is eager to leave the ship after weeks at sea. Some of the market stands are already open.

First Mate Guidry: "You have a meeting with the Vicegerent later. I'm going to have the list of the booty ready by then." Captain Duath: "Ah, I'll do that. You can leave with the others." First Mate Guidry: "Thanks Captain. Come on Captain Whittaker! Let's find us some treats!" TMI: Saiwa's last name is 'Duath'. And Captain Whittaker is a ghost dog I found in my household manager. I didn't change his name. (That's funny because later in the 'Irish Rover' there is 'the Captain's old dog' mentioned who drowned and maybe this is his ghost ;)

Captain Saiwa went down in the hold of the ship where all the treasures are stowed. Even though they had to hand them over to the Vicegerent, who probably pays them, it was a stunning sight.

He just hopes they didn't do anything 'bad' to obtain them ö.Ö' Saiwa went over to his cabin to be alone for a while and to ponder about what Tiny Can might have planned for his therapy.

Being Captain of a pirate ship is the dream of every boy. But not for Saiwa. He's having a hard time being a leader and struggles a lot with making decisions that affect others. He has more than enough to do with himself. So what is he supposed to do? Go for whatever Tiny Can has planned? Or follow his own path? Here, he does have a choice and he can do whatever he wants to do. And after his breakdown he feels not stable enough to jump back in and take care of another crew waiting for his decisions. It was tempting, though. Is that Tiny Can's plan to bring him back to duty? Or did Tiny Can make a mistake again, like with Jack's first ingame session? Decisions, decisions...

The Therapy Game Master Post with the sessions and places so far is -> here

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest Current Chapter: 🕹️ 'The One' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28

[ravnarieldurin]

Character Personality...by song!

With my new Hobbit fanfic's first chapter releasing on Friday, I thought perhaps a tiny look into my head would help get you all as excited about it as I am (plus bump my inspiration again, haha!).

And what better way to get inspired but by song!

These are the main 'themes' if you will for each of the main pairing in my story. Please enjoy and tell me what you think!

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Ravnáriel - Out of the Shadows by Ely Eira (Not only is this song epic as hell but the opening line is just... *chef's kiss* for Raven.)

Thorin - Enemy by Imagine Dragons (covered by Colm R. McGuinness - just imagine it's Thorin singing) + Bonus Video Edit (not by me)

Fili - Princesses Don't Cry by Aviva (In my mind all the genders mentioned in the song are swapped so Fili is the 'prince that doesn't cry' and all the boys that are around him are women vying for the attention of the crown prince.)

Kili - Teenage Dream by Katy Perry (I don't know many of her songs, but this one fit Kili perfectly because the man is just such an adorably cute and rambunctious darling + he's a horn dog, lol!)

---Honorable Mentions---

Ravnáriel and Thorin share this song: 12 Rounds by Bohnes

Fili: Dangerous Hands by Austin Giorgio (Only in this case, Fili is the one with dangerous hands...yum.)

Kili: Reckless by Jaxson Gamble

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And Bofur - just because :P

[kiliinstinct]

I ran a poll in the guild awards server for which of my ocs I should draw. This lovely person was the winner for having the name, “Nameless” on the poll.

I did waaay more effort on this than was planned. @.@

[hiltofthesword]

Silent Strike

Series Masterlist

Summary: Valacirca is a linguist and a merchant. When she is asked by the great wizard Gandalf to aid Thorin Oakenshield and his company in their quest to reclaim Erebor, her feelings become conflicted quicker than she can comprehend.

Content: canon divergence (duh????), violence, death, smut (maybe ????? idk)

A/N: this is my first time writing anything ever. I'd like to thank the absolutely desert that is The Hobbit ao3 page (specifically those writing on it cause finding a good fic on that page feels finding an oasis in a desert)!

Prologue: Gandalf recruits a last minute extra (you don't need to read this but part one will probably make more sense - sorry!)

Part One: Valacirca has a slightly rushed introduction to the party. As well as a reunion!

Part Two: Valacirca learns the purpose for her presence amongst the party

[must-be-mr-boggins]

The Company as things my friends and I have said in our group chat, pt. 1/? :

Bilbo: I like to think of myself as a very calm and reasonable person.

Gandalf: 2 days ago you saw a spider in your bedroom and got so scared you got a rash.

[petr1kov]

the only thing the hobbit movies had going for it was an airtight casting, the occasional fun moment where it really feels like the dwarves and bilbo were acting like comrades on a cool adventure, and also some inexplicably fruity moments between bilbo and thorin. other than that it's truly astounding how much they managed to ruin everything 😐

[kilikina34512]

Falling in Love Just a Little Bit

I found a moment to write something for a holiday and had it done on time! There's a first time for everything! It's short and small and not what I'd originally wanted to do for the day of love, but I worked with my real life demands and was able to create this, so I'm happy. I hope it makes you just as happy as it makes me.

This story is inspired by this TikTok. Not sure why this scene below is what popped in my head as I watched it, but I stopped trying to understand how my logic jumps around long ago. Divider courtesy of @firefly-graphics. Make sure to check them out!

Pairing: Loki x f!OC (Astra)

Summary: The mortal Loki can't help but admire puts him unknowingly further under her spell.

Warnings: fluffy cute

Word Count: 854

Loki opened the door to his rooms at the tower and paused for a moment before continuing all the way in and closing the door silently behind him.  Bracing against it, he crossed his arms and enjoyed the show in front of him with a smirk on his face.  Astra, the housekeeper of the tower and a woman he was beyond enamored with, was dancing around his room.  Despite the fact he couldn't hear the song she was listening to due to her headphones, he was enjoying her melodic voice as she belted the words to the song in her ears.

"Would things be easier if there was a right way?  Honey, there is no right way," she crooned as she bounced and swayed her hips to the beat only she could hear.  It was then she spun and he couldn't fight the full smile that pulled at his lips as his heart tried to leap out of his chest.  Her long hair that looked as if it was made of moonlight swung with her movements, revealing her pale, heart shaped face.  Eyes he knew were a brown so deep it was almost black were closed as naturally pink lips moved to the lyrics.  Letting his eyes trail down from there, he noticed something that had him both anxious and amused.

Lifted near her luscious lips was the pummel of his favorite dagger, the one who's pair sat resting on his desk across the room.  With her small hand wrapped around the hilt, he stared as she used it the same way Loki had watched Stark wield the device they called a microphone at his parties.  The God nearly launched himself over to take it from her, fearful she might accidentally hurt herself, but he held back.  He had his magic, and if it appeared she was about to cause herself injury, he'd summon it to his own hand instead.

"And so I fall in love just a little, oh, a little bit.  Everyday with someone new.  I fall in love just a little, oh, a little bit," Astra continued, her voice just as hypnotizing as her body with is graceful sway.  It was everything he could do to keep the heart eyes out of his expression.  Her bouncing hips were enticing and he desired to rest his cold hands against them as he moved his body with her; a fantasy that he had many times.  He'd wanted to tell her numerous times how he fancied her, but after what he'd done there years ago, he couldn't bring himself to.  He, like with Mjolnir, wasn't worthy of her.

In the middle of the chorus she was singing, her eyes suddenly opened before she squealed.  The jump she made had him following through on his safety measures, his dagger suddenly appearing in his hand.  "What an interesting choice for a singing instrument, my little nightingale.  Of all things in this room, you chose one of my favorite daggers."  A bit of a stern look crossed his face as he continued, "A fairly unsafe choice, but I cannot say I was not entertained."

Pink that matched her shock-parted lips filled her cheeks and was spreading throughout her face, her embarrassment painted for any to see.  "Oh gosh, Loki!  I'm so sorry!  I know I shouldn't have... I was just... I just get..."  She couldn't seem to get the rest of her thought out, but this was not his first time peering unknowingly at the housekeeper.  He'd watched Astra around the residential area of the tower since she'd started working for Stark.  He knew there were times when the music seemed to capture her as if it had her in a trance.  When that happened, he enjoyed seeing her grab whatever was nearby that fit into her hand and she'd swing, sway, bounce, or jump along to her singing.  She always looked happier than he'd ever seen her when those moments happened, and he lived for spying on those moments.

"It is alright, dear," he comforted as he slowly stalked closer to her.  "I do understand that you were enjoying the song you could hear.  "It was quite fetching a sight you displayed.  I only came to claim my book before reading in the sitting room."  It was a lie, he'd planned to read in his room where he could be alone and undisturbed, but he would rather be bothered than disrupt her joyous daze the act of singing and dancing gave her.

With a snap of his fingers, he replaced the dagger in his hand with a novel from his shelf.  "Have fun, little nightingale," he called as he turned on his heel and departed the room with a new memory to enjoy when he was away from her.  What he missed when he left as Astra continued to hear the words "I fall in love just a little, oh, a little bit" in her ears was the longing in her gaze, the way her heart had sped up in his presence, or the thought about how true that one line was when it came to the God of Mischief in her eyes.

[gloomthegreatunstablealien]

*that one idiot thinking she can go on an adventure with a gown on*

Gonna write a story about it

That time I got reincarnated in Middle Earth

[lucifer5lucy]

Some lazy sketching for y'all.

I swear lucifer was shooting stares at Lucy when she took killi out and left the house of lamentation in utter chaos.

[breitzbachbea]

TRY NOT TO CRY, CRY, CRY A LOT

THINKING ABOUT HOW ONCE KILI AND ANGUS MEET THE KIDS PADDY HELPED RAISE, THEY DISCOVER THEY ACTUALLY REALLY LIKE THEIR UNCLE ROLE

THEY REALLY LIKE BEING THERE FOR SOMEONE AND WOW DO THEY HAVE RESPECT FOR THEIR FRIEND AND ARE SO GLAD THEY GET TO DO THIS

[i-am-still-bb]

Last January I started working on this challenge. It had a handful of prompts for each month with the goal being to create content for your OTP(s) each month.

I started on January’s prompt (First Kiss) and never finished it. I wrote some for June’s prompt (First Vacation), but didn’t finish.

But I’m nearing the end of January’s prompt fill (currently 3k words) and I mean to carry this challenge over in to next year because I did/do have ideas for almost all the months! Some of them are part of my greater AUs, but some were stand alone ideas, or part of new AUs.