#unrelated FiKi

[gatheringfiki]

Coming soon: Kink Bingo and H/C Bingo 2024!

Something kinky this way comes... (and it's probably limping).

Yes, very soon we will be back with our most daring events of the season: the Kink Bingo and the H/C (Hurt/Comfort) Bingo! With the Valentines Day just around the corner, it's time to charge up your toys, prep your bandages and generally brace yourselves for a delicious avalanche of guilt-free indulgence!

As usual, we will be running those 2 events in paraller, so you can take part in both, switch between the two, or take part in just one, and totally ignore the other. They are unrelated to each other.

Basics:

We have 2 Collections: Kink Bingo and H/C Bingo

In each of those, on the 17th of Feb, the prompts are going to be revealed, on a 7x7 card.

We are playing between 17th of February and 17th of March.

Your task is to create something for 7 consecutive fields (horizontally, vertically or diagonally) to achieve a bingo line. 

... Or not. We really have no way of checking who’s completing which line, so you can use it as a free-for-all, pick and choose prompt board, if you prefer. But it’s good to challenge yourself and attempt prompts you wouldn’t normally pick - you may be surprised to find you like it!

Both Collections are fully Anonymous and will remain that way forever. However, you may choose to ‘reveal’ yourself as the author and ‘claim’ your work, if you wish at the end of this event. You don’t have to. More about this below. 

Usual pairings apply: FiKi or any fictional pairing portrayed by Dean or Aidan.

Tag your warnings and kinks R E L I G I O U S L Y.

No kink-shaming or judgement, please. We are all grown-ups: don’t like, don’t read.

There are no word limits

Play as little or as much as you like; you can even attempt all 49 fields, if you wish.

This event is mostly aimed at Writers, but Artists can also take part. More about this below.

Gatheringfiki will be doing our best to post links to all new responses during this event here on Tumblr (for exposure and promotion), but your freshest stuff is always in the Collections.

Q&A section under the cut:

Q: But why run those two bingos together?

A: The common theme for these events is that they cover subjects that could be considered ‘guilty pleasures’ or ‘taboo’. We wanted to create a safe environment where these themes can be explored and shared. Plus, they will have identical rules, so it didn’t make sense to run another Bingo event, with a different theme, later in the year.

Q: Do I need to post each response in a separate work or can I have a single work with chapters?

A: We would suggest separate works, because it will make it easier for you to tag it appropriately, and for the readers to search for, or avoid.

Q: Can I create one thing (story or art) for multiple fields in a single bingo card?

A: You can, but we would encourage you not to. The aim of this event is to create as much new content as we can and that doesn’t help it. Having said that, we understand that sometimes brain just connects things and it wants a combo.

Q: Can I create one thing (story or art) that covers both a Kink and H/C scenario?

A: You can, but we would encourage you not to. See: above.

Q: Can I mix and match pairings, e.g. within a single line have 4 FiKi and 3 Britchell?

A: Yes.

Q: Can I create more than one response to a single prompt field, for example for different pairings?

A: Yes, just post them as separate works.

Q: Can I use a prompt that someone else has already used before me?

A: Absolutely.

Q: Can I somehow visualise which line I’m working on, or which prompts I managed to fill?

A: Sure. Feel free to copy the Bingo Card image and start marking off the ones you’ve done. You can then post your updated Bingo Card picture with each response.

Q: Can I comment on the works posted in the Collections?

A: Yes, please do! If you wish to comment anonymously though, you’ll need to log out of your account first and comment as Anon, or open the story in a private tab. The Collection won’t anonymise the commenter’s identity automatically.

Q: How does the ‘Anon’ thing work?

A: The author is displayed as ‘Anonymous’ to everyone, except you. Yes, this includes the mods - we don’t know either. If you wish to respond to your comments, it will automatically show as ‘Anonymous Creator’.

Q: When can I ‘claim’ my works and ‘de-anon’?

A: Please only do this after the event has ended, i.e. after the summary post has gone up. The guessing is part of the fun!

Q: How can I ‘claim’ my works and ‘de-anon’?

A: Simply message @linane-art with the works that are yours and you wish to 'reveal' now. As a mod, I have a way of removing the anon status, while keeping the work in the Collection. It will automatically become your own work, like anything else, and you will not lose any kudos or comments. You may then choose to make an accompanying Tumblr post, if you wish to promote it.

Q: Do I have to ‘de-anon’ at the end of the event?

A: No. You can leave your works as anonymous forever, if you wish.

Q: I am an Artist and I would also like to take part.

A: Great! Fantastic! We’re all dying here to see it! However, because we all have our distinctive art styles, we can’t think of any way to keep you anonymous. If this doesn’t bother you, just play like everyone else, using artwork inspired by the prompts for your responses.

Q: But how to post artwork as a part of event response?

A: Post your artwork on Tumblr or host it elsewhere (Tumblr doesn’t like sexytimes, so it might try to block you). That will give you a hyperlink to the picture itself. Then create a new AO3 work within Kink or H/C Collection, and add a picture (using hyperlink) into the body of the work. If in doubt, message @linane-art for help.

Any further questions? Please give us a shout!

Good luck!

~gatheringfiki

[a-pen-in-the-paw]

It wasn’t like fili to miss their prearranged morning meetings: even in the midst of all the work in the garden springtime brought, they’d been able to see each other every day. But now Fili hadn’t met Kili for over a week, and a seed of doubt plants itself in Kili’s mind. 

Very late SpringFre prize for  @kaetien  by @brandywinebridge-twentymiles and myself. We’re sorry for the wait :,( but we really hope you like it :)  

READ HERE

[i-am-pinkie]

This is another of those aus that I go back to again and again.....it's just that good 😊😁

Even if he never heard those words again it was alright.

He knew.

for @shinigami714​; inspired by the truly incredible Kings of Carven Stone series.

voilà minou, un p’tit cadeau pour toi! (*≧ω≦*)

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[lakritzwolf]

Words don’t come easy

My spring raffle prize fic for @rillils, I hope this is what you had in mind!

The prompt was:

"We take the same elevator every day and due to a misunderstanding I assumed you didn't speak English and I've been talking to my friend about how hot you are for three weeks and apparently my friend has known from the start but you agreed not to tell me bc you both think it's hilarious what the fuck"

Pairing: FiKi Rating: G (mild language) Characters: Fili, Kili, Ori Warnings: - Other tags: unrelated FiKi, Modern AU, language misunderstandings

Another Monday, another new week, and probably another client who was dead set on ruining Fili’s day with ridiculous requests that had to be finished yesterday, preferably.

Not that Fili wasn’t enjoying what he was doing. Working in PR wasn’t something he had been dreaming about for years, but he had enjoyed working in his uncle’s PR company more than he had been able to imagine, and now he was his own man. And he still liked what he was doing. Sometimes, however, people were tedious. Extremely so. So on that particular Monday, Fili was more than happy to forget about everything and leave the office.

Only this day suddenly wasn’t as tedious anymore as soon as the elevator was about to close. Fili could hear someone hurry along the corridor and just about managed to slap his hand onto the sensor in time. The doors slid open again and three guys hopped into the elevator with relieved grins.

Fili did what everyone does when riding in an elevator with strangers: He stared at the door, waiting, ignoring everyone, and being relieved upon reaching the ground floor.

On the other hand...

One of the three was the most gorgeous guy Fili had ever seen, and he had to force himself not to ogle. Mirrored walls can be a pain in the ass when riding an elevator with strangers. They can also be a blessing if you want to inconspicuously check out another person.

Tall, Dark and extremely Handsome was talking to the other two, but in a low voice. It took Fili a moment until he realised that the reason he couldn’t understand a word wasn’t only because they talked in low voices, but because they didn’t talk in English.

No use in trying to eavesdrop to find out some interesting details about the stranger.

The image of the messy dark man-bun didn’t leave Fili’s mind for the rest of the day. Maybe he should have tried talking to him anyway, but he had been occupied with his friends, or co-workers, or clients, or whoever those lucky guys were.

It was a shame, though. Fili definitely wouldn’t have minded getting to know him better.

The next time Fili came across Tall, Dark and extremely Handsome was on Wednesday morning. This time he was accompanied by only one other person, but he was still talking in German. Or at least Fili thought it was German. Maybe it was Dutch. Or Swedish?

At that moment their eyes met via the mirrored wall, and a small smile flit over the face of the mysterious stranger’s face.

Fili found himself thoroughly distracted during his day. He kept asking himself if he might misread that smile as interest, and it had just been a polite acknowledgement of his existence. But wishful thinking won out for now. It was just unbearable how ridiculously handsome that guy was.

Fili didn’t see the stranger anymore that week, and by the time Friday evening came around and he met with a few of his friends in his usual pub, he was beginning to be obsessed with that ridiculously hot stranger from the elevator.

Later that night, when it was only him and Ori left, Fili dared to speak about his dilemma. They were distant cousins and had been interns in Fili’s uncle’s company together. While Fili had gone into PR, Ori had settled for accounting, but by some strange stroke of fate they were still almost co-workers, as the company Ori worked for was in the same office building as Fili’s. They had become friends during their time at Thorin’s company, and hung out a lot together.

“Tall, dark, handsome, and a messy man-bun?” Ori took a sip of the lager Fili had just put down in front of him. “I think I know who you mean.”

“Do you know him?” Fili leaned forward eagerly.

“Can’t say I actually know him,” Ori replied. “But I’ve seen him around.”

Fili hummed thoughtfully into his glass.

“Why don’t you hit on him?” Ori put his glass down again. “I mean, he can’t say more than no, can he?”

“Well...” Fili heaved a sigh. “I’ve only heard him speak German, with colleagues and even on the phone. Or I think it was German. Either way, it doesn’t look like he speaks English.”

“Yes,” Ori said very slowly. “I can see how that might be a problem.”

Fili sipped his drink in thoughtful silence for a while, and Ori was content to pick a beer mat apart.

“Say,” Fili eventually broke the silence, “if you have seen him around, do you know where he’s from? I mean, is that German or do I only think it is?”

“I don’t know, but I can keep my ears perked.” Ori shoved the shredded remains of the beer mat aside. “But I can’t make any promises.”

“Of course not.” Fili smiled at him. “Another round?”

“Nah, I’m good for today.” Ori got up with a smile, and Fili followed suit.

Fili found himself googling online language courses without having made a conscious decision about it, and he slammed his laptop shut with an exasperated grunt. He was acting like a teenager who was having his first big crush.

Not that this realisation did anything about his brain obsessing about someone who had flashed him a half-smile for a split-second in an elevator.

Fili was more than happy when the weekend was over so he could distract himself with work. He had a client who had an exposition coming up the following weekend and needed some last minute emergency help because something in the planning process hadn’t worked out. It never did.

And there he was again, the handsome stranger, in the blasted elevator with him.

They exchanged a smile and a nod. Polite, but distanced. And then the stranger happened to leave the elevator before Fili did and damn. That booty.

How was he supposed to get any work done now.

In his frustration he texted Ori during his lunch break.

How is it legal for anyone to look like that?

Ori: Is this about who I think it is?

If you’re thinking handsome german sex on legs then yes

Ori: XD Ori: You’re hopeless.

I KNOW. I want his number and a crash course in german.

Ori: Can’t help you with that mate. That bad?

Have you seen that guy? Or his booty?

Ori: I did but it doesn’t do to me what it does to you.

So what am I gonna do about it?

Ori: Take a crash course in German?

Asshole.

Ori: Love you too. Gotta go break is over.

Fili dropped his phone with a grunt and looked at his laptop. Trying to hit on the guy in German would only make him feel more pathetic than he already felt. So he didn’t google language courses anymore, and instead settled on complaining to Ori about it.

The client with the exposition kept him extremely busy that week however, and he had to work overtime Thursday and Friday to get everything done satisfactorily in time. He was on his last leg when he dragged himself into the King and Dragon that evening.

“Any more sightings of Tall, Dark and Handsome?” Ori asked him in lieu of a proper greeting.

“One.” Fili knocked back his shot of vodka and proceeded to pour some of the Lager down his throat. “But that was enough.”

“Why?”

“He was wearing a tank top.” Fili took another gulp. “And jeans that I’m sure weren’t actually fabric but body paint.”

“Oh dear.” Ori’s voice was full of compassion. “You really should ask him out.”

“I still can’t speak German.”

Ori emitted a noncommittal hum.

They didn’t talk about the stranger any more that night, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t constantly on Fili’s mind.

That weekend he discovered that German pronunciation was hell incarnate, and he gave up after half an hour. God, he was so pathetic.

How is someone like him allowed to exist?

Ori: Maybe you should take the stairs from now on?

Not helping.

Ori was probably giggling at his phone. Well, at least someone was having the time of his life. Enjoying Fili’s misery.

Fili took the stairs for the rest of the week. It made him feel even more pathetic, but at least he didn’t have any more run-ins with the hot foreigner who made him feel like a teenager.

Fili wasn’t quite sure if the universe was smiling or laughing at him that Friday evening when Ori entered the King and Dragon with someone in attendance who looked decidedly not like Ori’s boyfriend.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He hissed under his breath as Ori was sitting down next to him. The stranger had bee-lined to the bar to buy drinks.

“What?” Ori couldn’t have looked any more innocent.

“Why did you bring him along? And how did you... you know?”

“Oh, he works on the same floor as I do. We occasionally meet on the balcony.”

Fili huffed and shook his head, but before he could berate Ori further the stranger returned and put three pint glasses onto the table. He sat down opposite Fili with a bright smile, and Fili found it impossible not to smile back.

He scraped all his courage together. Took a deep breath.

“Hallo, wie gehts?” [Hello, how are you?]

“Oh, brilliant,” the stranger replied, his smile even brighter. “This week was hell, and I couldn’t wait for the weekend.”

Fili’s brain short-fused.

“Wait...” He said after a moment, and looked back and forth between Ori and the stranger. And while the stranger’s smile was somewhere between mischievous and innocent – heaven only knew how he managed that – Ori looked as if he was about to choke.

“You bloody asshole,” Fili said after a moment. “You fucking, bloody fucktrumpet!”

“That’s some creative swearing,” the stranger said. While he clearly had an accent, his English was clear and perfectly understandable.

“How could you do that to me?” Fili asked Ori, fuming with anger and burning with mortification. “How could you do this to me, you absolute dickhead?”

Ori couldn’t suppress a giggle. Neither could the stranger.

“That was a dick move,” Fili said darkly and downed almost half of his pint in one go.

“Oh I don’t know,” Ori replied, still giggling. “We thought it was hilarious.”

Fili slowly put his glass down. “We?” He looked back and forth between the two again. “WE?”

The stranger snorted into his glass.

“Both of you?” Fili stared at Ori with widening eyes. “What the everliving fuck?”

“Come on, it wasn’t my idea,” Ori replied with a grin. “It was Kili who thought it would be fun.”

Fili slowly looked at the stranger. He didn’t manage anything else but, “Why?”

“Well.” The stranger – Kili – shrugged with a grin. “You were checking me out in the elevator all the time but you never said anything. So I asked Ori about it, and he told me about the language thing. Or what you thought about it.”

“I hate you.” Fili took a sip of his drink. “Both of you.”

“Oh,” Kili replied. “Does that mean having a drink with me tomorrow is off the table?”

Fili actually blushed. He couldn’t remember the last time that had happened.

“I think we broke him,” Ori said after a moment.

Not knowing what else to do Fili knocked back his glass and closed his eyes. He had just downed a whole pint within five minutes and despite desperately craving more he knew that if he kept that up, he’d make an even bigger idiot out of himself than he already was.

As reparation Ori bought the next round of drinks, and Fili let himself be engaged in a bit of small talk about his work and Kili’s impression of New Zealand in general and Auckland in particular.

It was only when they were leaving that Kili brought going out for drinks up again. It was drizzling and Kili zipped up his jacket before asking.

“Um,” Fili said. Smooth, motherfucker. Really smooth. “I’d love to,” he then blurted out.

“Great!” Kili smiled so bright that Fili couldn’t help but smile back. “Meet you tomorrow? Here? Or somewhere else?”

“Here is fine,” Fili replied. “We can relocate if we want.”

“Sure. Eight? Seven?”

“Make it six, and we can throw in dinner. My treat, they make excellent burgers in here.”

“My treat,” Kili said firmly. “I have some reparations to make for that stunt we pulled.”

Fili took a deep breath. “Yeah, well.” Then he shrugged. “I guess I was asking for that. If my last two brain cells hadn’t been so busy checking you out all the time, I might have realised that someone wouldn’t be working in New Zealand without speaking at least a little bit of English.”

“Probably,” Kili replied slowly. “But I take that as a compliment.”

At that, Fili finally felt his mortification vanish. He shook his head, but looking at Kili’s bright and happy smile, it was impossible not to smile back. The drizzle was beginning to turn into serious rain at that point, however, and since they lived in different parts of the city each of them hailed a taxi to avoid getting soaked on the way home.

Fili hadn’t even closed the door properly behind him when he reached into his pocket, and he kicked the door shut as he unlocked it.

I FUCKING HATE YOU

Ori: No you don’t.

I FUCKING HATE YOU, ORI!!! HOW COULD YOU? NOW HE THINKS I AM THE GREATEST IDIOT

Ori: No, he doesn’t. He thinks you’re cute. Why else would he invite you for a drink.

Fili stared at his phone.

I still hate you.

Ori: I love you too. Good night.

Dragging a hand down his face with a groan Fili dropped his phone onto the sofa and fell down next to it. But then a grin appeared on his face that stayed with him until he went to bed, and then for a little longer.

[nelioe]

In chapter 6 of @khafushun and my collab we will witness some awkward family time!

[linane-art]

A Nice View - the rest of the story!

OH MY GOSH, THIS WAS SO SWEET! I really love how Fili tries to be considerate and clear away, even thought he could stay and be an ass about the whole thing. And Kili’s wonderful freeform performance! You guys are gonna be great together!

I am also totally blown away by that first comment, it really means a lot to me <3

Thank you so much, Nonnie! That was amazing <3

*stumbles away, humming Oasis*

[saucywenchwritingblog]

Next chapter is up!

[lakritzwolf]

wohoo!!

Baby Blue

Pairing: Fili/Kili

Rating: M

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Possessive Behaviour, Dubious consent (but not really), Public Sex, Some Explicit Language

Summary: The dance school across the street from his auto shop has captivated Fili for quite some time.  Or well, one dancer in particular that is.   If thoughts alone could incriminate a person, Fili’s sure he would have been locked up in solitary confinement long ago.

[marigoldvance]

Marigold Vance

... And the Adjustments That Need To Be Made:

coucou cocopuffs!

it’s officially coming to the end of September and that’s fine, cool, great but Things are getting rather claustrophobic in my brain and i need to purge them. here. at you. also kinda for you because this is - ultimately - an update/note/memo about what’s gonna be up for the upcoming few weeks!

let’s start here: BroVance needs the computer for School Stuff. obviously, that’s a priority and i’ve relinquished my usual time on it. which means i’m struggling to find a schedule that works for me and Brain Tooth and (most importantly) BroVance. 

next item on the agenda: my consistency might wane in the coming weeks for reasons unrelated to scheduling. one of those reasons is that i’m starting to feel restless and disconnected with my writing. i think it’s time i prioritize a new hobby for awhile. as much as i adore creating content, i think that part of my creative brain needs a bit of a break. this doesn’t mean i’m going to vanish into the ether and only return in 2047 looking wizened beneath my gas mask, riding on the back of my mechanical Murder Hornet. 

nay nay, i’ll still be here. i’ll still be updating The Mummy AU and Courting Fíli. but just. maybe not often? they may go the way of the WIP as most fic authors know it. 

which leads me to: i have other ideas that i wanna tackle that i keep putting off or ignoring because i know there are people waiting for updates for either of the aforementioned (mostly Courting Fíli). i have some more Fee/Reader and Kee/Reader jazz that i wanna share, a few FiKi snack fics that i’m eager to pelt at you, and an entirely new fandom that i want to start playing in (for those of you worried about what might crowd your dash - completely fair - don’t worry! i’ve made myself a side blog dedicated to the new fandom 🤓). 

in conclusion, frens: although fall is my favorite season, it comes with a lot of hindrances. between BroVance’s courses, the weather affecting my head, my medication affecting my moods, and RL just, yanno, being RL, i simply haven’t found a way to balance it all (if any of it). 

thank you all for being awesome and understanding and patient while i take this step back to readjust my equilibrium! 

xx - Mari

EDIT [2020-09-28]: this will in no way affect my participation in the Durin’s Day Gift Exchange!! 

[gatheringfiki]

They're back: Kink Bingo and H/C Bingo!

Hi everyone!

We might be slightly late with our announcement (apologies) but we are definitely ready to rock & roll with our much-loved twin events of a Kink and H/C Bingo! *confetti*

The rules are going to be exactly the same as last time, but here they are again, just to refresh our memory:

Yes, we are running both Kink Bingo and H/C (Hurt/Comfort) Bingo simultaneously. You can take part in both, switch between the two however takes your fancy, or take part in just one and totally ignore the other. They are unrelated to each other.

Basics:

We have 2 Collections: Kink Bingo and H/C Bingo

In each of those, on the 2nd of July, the prompts are going to appear on a 7x7 card, visible as the Collection's banner.

We are playing between the 2nd and 24th of July.

Your task is to create something for 7 consecutive fields (horizontally, vertically or diagonally) to achieve a bingo. 

... Or not. We really have no way of checking who’s completing which line, so you can use it as a free-for-all, pick and choose prompt board, if you prefer. But it’s good to challenge yourself and attempt prompts you wouldn’t normally pick - you may be surprised to find you like it!

Both Collections are fully Anonymous and will remain that way forever. However, you may choose to ‘reveal’ yourself as the author and ‘claim’ your work, if you wish. You don’t have to. More about this below. 

Usual pairings apply: FiKi or any fictional pairing portrayed by Dean or Aidan.

Tag your warnings and kinks R E L I G I O U S L Y

No kink-shaming or judgement, please. We are all grown-ups: don’t like, don’t read.

There are no word limits

Play as little or as much as you like; you can even attempt all 49 fields, if you wish.

This event is mostly aimed at Writers, but Artists can also take part. More about this below.

Details:

Q: But why run those two bingos together?

A: The common theme for these events is that they cover subjects that could be considered ‘guilty pleasures’ or ‘taboo’. We wanted to create a safe environment where these themes can be explored and shared. Plus, they will have identical rules, so it didn’t make sense to run another Bingo event, with a different theme, later in the year.

Q: Do I need to post each response in a separate work or can I have a single work with chapters?

A: We would suggest separate works, because it will make it easier for you to tag it appropriately, and for the readers to search for, or avoid.

Q: Can I create one thing (story or art) for multiple fields in a single bingo card?

A: You can, but we would encourage you not to. The aim of this event is to create as much new content as we can and that doesn’t help it. Having said that, we understand that sometimes brain just connects things and it wants a combo.

Q: Can I create one thing (story or art) that covers both a Kink and H/C scenario?

A: You can, but we would encourage you not to. See: above.

Q: Can I mix and match pairings, e.g. within a single line have 4 FiKi and 3 Britchell?

A: Yes.

Q: Can I create more than one response to a single prompt field, for example for different pairings?

A: Yes, just post them as separate works.

Q: Can I use a prompt that someone else has already used before me?

A: Absolutely.

Q: Can I somehow visualise which line I’m working on, or which prompts I managed to fill?

A: Sure. Feel free to copy the Bingo Card image and start marking off the ones you’ve done. You can then post your updated Bingo Card picture with each response.

Q: Can I comment on the works posted in the Collections?

A: Yes, please do! If you wish to comment anonymously though, you’ll need to log out of your account first and comment as Anon, or open the story in a private tab. The Collection won’t anonymise the commenter’s identity automatically.

Q: How does the ‘Anon’ thing work?

A: The author is displayed as ‘Anonymous’ to everyone, except you. Yes, this includes the mods - we don’t know either. If you wish to respond to your comments, it will automatically show as ‘Anonymous Creator’.

Q: When can I ‘claim’ my works and ‘de-anon’?

A: Please only do this after the event has ended, i.e. after the summary post has gone up. This is because otherwise there is no way to track which works are event responses and which ones aren’t, and we’ll need that for the summary post.

Q: How can I ‘claim’ my works and ‘de-anon’?

A: Please message @linane-art with the work you'd like to de-annon. There is a way to do this AND leave it in the Collection! You may then choose to make an accompanying Tumblr post, if you wish to promote it.

Q: Do I have to ‘de-anon’ at the end of the event?

A: No. you can leave your works as anonymous forever, if you wish.

Q: I am an Artist and I would also like to take part.

A: Great! Fantastic! We’re all dying here to see it! However, because we all have our distinctive art styles, we can’t think of any way to keep you anonymous. If this doesn’t bother you, just play like everyone else, using artwork inspired by the prompts for your responses.

Q: But how to post artwork as a part of event response?

A: Post your artwork on Tumblr or host it elsewhere (Tumblr doesn’t like sexytimes, so it might try to block you). That will give you a hyperlink to the picture itself. Then create a new AO3 work within Kink or H/C Collection, and add a picture (using hyperlink) into the body of the work. If in doubt, message @linane-art for help.

Any further questions? Please give us a shout!

This is the first time we’re running this event, so please be patient with us, should the things start going wonky.

Good luck!

~gatheringfiki

[legolasoftherings]

GUYS GUYS GUYS

IVE BEEN WRITING SOMETHING THAT IS TOTALLY ALMOST EXACTLY LIKE THIS PICTURE (unrelated, but cool)

BE ON THE LOOKOUT FOR A PLATONIC!FIKI FIC WITH FLOWERSSSS

I wanted to draw him with some flowers :3

[mmmuses]

fanfic questions: P R T U?

Thanks for asking, honey! I love these kinds of things... this is from the Fan Fic Ask Game:

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)This is a great analogy! I would say I’m an architect. I will write up chapter summaries of what I want to happen. Then, just before I get started to write, I write an outline from the summary for each chapter. I’ll note where I need to do more research, but that usually doesn’t happen until I’m in the midst of writing (although I did a lot of prep when I started Prairie... I didn’t know much about the Oregon Trail beyond what I studied in high school, so I had a lot to learn before I could start it). I’m much more up on my Washington State history so I hope Nisqually will be an easier time. My new fic, Nampara Garage is the first time I’ve not done the first part. Most of that story is still in my head and begins to form when I put an outline together.  

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?I’d have to say J.K. Rowling, for one (her research and world building is amazeballs). Jane Austen, of course. Very heavily influenced by modern romance/fiction writers like LaVryle Spencer, Jane Anne Krentz, especially her Regency novels written under the name Amanda Quick, Nora Roberts (the woman is a machine). 

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?I don’t know if there are any I can’t stand...probably ones I’m more bored with than anything else. Enemies/Friends/Lovers is the main one. I mean, Austen wrote the perfect one, so why mess with perfection? ;-) I have a not-so-secret love for coffee shop/bar/restaurant tropes.

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

My dear friend @xxsparksxx (Ao3 works here). She was seeking a beta for a story (Forsaking All Others) she’d written because her usual beta was unavailable. I’d read all of her Poldark fics and was a massive fan, but offered my help anyway. She has a way of writing the most exquisite stories with incredible economy of words. Her character development, especially with the Philip/Vera fics, And Then There Were Two, is incredible...she’s made me like Vera, for pete’s sake! Her attention to detail is fantastic and it’s been a joy to become friends with her. She’s working on a fic now that will blow people’s minds when it’s finished...seriously excellent stuff. She’s not afraid of major character death, either...her “what if Ross was found guilty” fic, The Stars Are Not Wanted Now, tore my heart out, but it’s brilliant. I just read a few words of it now and am a weepy mess.

Another person I’ve become very close friends with is @rainpuddle13. (Ao3 works here). Hers were the first Poldark fics I read when I first started searching for fanfic and found it absolutely marvelous. One of the reasons why we get along so well is because of our love of character development. A great example of this is the Killer|Queen universe she created with Philip Lombard and Alice Cunningham. She has notebooks of character development for each of them: the clothes they wear, the music they listen to, the liquor they prefer, the skills and talents they have, their childhood back stories... it goes on and on. Having done that, she’s able to make them multidimensional and stay true to the world they live in. Her modern Poldark fic ExLibris slays me. She’s my beta and is not afraid to tell me when I’m hurrying through something to get to the good part (most of the stuff with Jefferson in Prairie I had down to happen over the course of two chapters...yeahno...she called me on it and was totally correct to do so)

@drakkhammerwrites (Ao3 works here) -- I first got to know her when she made a comment about one of my stories, the first super long, intricate comment I’d ever received for my writing. The kind of comment all writers love to get and I was so honored to receive that gift. Since then, I’ve read several of her works but the one that will make me stop whatever I’m doing and read it (including when I’m at work... I will literally get up out of my chair, take my phone to the break room, get coffee and read and sigh) is Ironman. I was one of the folks clammering for more chapters and, thank god, she’s written them... it is a wonderful unrelated FiKi that makes me smile whenever I think about it. She’s become a great pal and supporter of my work and my aspirations of becoming published one day.

My thanks to all three of you... you make me a better writer, and I am grateful beyond words.

Thanks again for asking, @chelidona! :-)

[lakritzwolf]

Courting Gifts

My spring raffle prize fic for @mysticalbarbariancreation I hope this is what you had in mind!

The prompt was: an unrelated FiKi Middle Earth arranged Marriage AU in which cultural differences lead to misunderstandings.

Pairing: FiKi Rating: G Characters: Fili, Kili, Balin, Dwalin, Thorin, Bofur Warnings: - Other tags: unrelated FiKi, Middle Earth AU, cultural misunderstandings, courting customs

As crown prince of the realm of Erebor, Fili had known from earliest age that he was a prince first, a boy second. He had accepted that his own wishes and dreams would always be circumstantial. His rank was more important, his position too vital for the survival of the kingdom.

So it came as no surprise when he was informed of his role in the upcoming peace treaty between Erebor and the Blue Mountains.

Because few things cement a political alliance as thoroughly as a royal marriage does.

And since Fili had never expected to be able to choose his own spouse anyway, he had acknowledged the tidings Balin brought him with no more than a nod.

Clearly, the old warrior and Thorin’s trusted advisor was trying to soften the blow somehow. “I heard he is of fair face,” Balin said. “Easy on the eyes.”

“Beauty is always in the eye of the beholder,” Fili said slowly, but appreciated Balin’s attempt at comforting him. “We know that the Blue Mountains have different customs.” But then his curiosity raised its head. “But is it true that the Blue Mountain dwarves do not grow proper beards?”

“That, my prince, is a rumour,” Balin replied with a mild smile. “I can make a guess as to its roots, however. A lot of the dwarrow under the Blue Mountains come into their maturity a lot later than those of Erebor. So, while the prince might be your junior by no more than a handful of years, he will likely look a lot younger. Trust me, my prince. I have known plenty of warriors from the Blue Mountains, and they all bore proper beard and hair.”

Fili knew Balin meant to calm him and his mind, but it had the opposite effect. Because now he was wondering if he would be betrothed to someone who seemed more boy than man, and how the court would be treating the prince from another realm. He kept those worries to himself, however, and spent most of his free time in the library trying to read up on customs of the Blue Mountain dwarves.

There didn’t seem too many differences; from what Fili could gather things in the Blue Mountains were handled a lot less formally than in Erebor, and that customs also varied a lot more, as the dwarrow there did not live in one single mountain but a whole range of them. And that left Fili wonder if he should put efforts into learning the differences between Greypeak dwarrow and Bullhorn Rise dwarrow, but since he couldn’t find any more specifics other than there were differences, he shrugged and hoped for the best. He had been trained by the best in diplomatic speech. Surely he would be able to go through the initial phase of courting without horrible cultural blunders.

The delegation from the Blue Mountains arrived three weeks before the summer solstice, which left Fili exactly the 21 days of ritual courting before the betrothal was officially announced during the midsummer celebration. And the required period of the betrothal would end exactly on Durin’s Day that year, which would see the heir of the throne married in the sacred halls in the roots of the Lonely Mountain.

The Prince had arrived with a small entourage of a few soldiers and dwarves who seemed to be friends or family, to judge by how familiar they were with each other, the way they talked and laughed. But despite knowing that the Blue Mountains were far from being as wealthy as the ones in Erebor, Fili would have expected to be able to discern the prince himself in the group. But there was nothing that marked someone of royal birth, and Fili felt his palms get sweaty. He had to greet his future betrothed and spouse, and he didn’t know how to pick him apart from his entourage.

Balin, close at his side, sensed his dilemma and straightened up, then he raised his voice and lifted the ritual axe he bore.

“Prince Kili from the Blue Mountains! The realm of Erebor welcomes you and yours!”

One of the dwarrow now separated himself from the group, and brought his bright smile back under control.

Oh, was all Fili could think.

Yes, he looked almost like a boy, with his beard so short. But the way it grew it promised lush growth, and the hair framing his face was, while untamed, thick and shiny. It would be pleasant under his fingers, Fili mused, and distracted by that thought he then tried to focus on identifying a gemstone that might match the colour of the prince’s eyes. Eyes that were exceptionally beautiful.

“Gamut sanu yenet,” Kili said, inclining his head. “Tan menu selek lanun naman.” (Well met. May your forge burn bright!)

“Gamut sanu yenet,” Fili replied, the traditional reply burning on his tongue. “Mukhuh targzu nê ta'bari bashk.” (Well met. May your beard never grow thin.)

Fili didn’t know if it was a trick of the light, or if the prince had actually winked at him. Of course, the ritual answer of ‘May your beard never grow thin’ might be considered an insult if addressing someone who hasn’t come into his beard yet, in this case it was observing ancient rituals, nothing more. But Kili seemed to bear the lack of beard with surprisingly light a mood.

Servants now took over, taking care of the delegation’s mounts, leading the various visitors to their quarters for bath and rest. Fili would see them again for the welcome feast that night, where he would present the prince with his first gift of courting. He prayed that it would be well received, even if neither of the two had actually a choice about the outcome of this courting.

But Fili found himself wondering even more if Kili would have another of those smiles for him, and discovered the strange feeling that it would be a far better gift than anything the prince could put into his hands.

The delegation of the Blue Mountains was seated at the royal tables, with prince Kili at a place of honour on Fili’s right. There was food aplenty and the ale flowed freely, yet the royal family and their guests drank sparingly, as there were rituals that had to be observed before they, too, could feast to their heart’s content.

Balin, master of ceremonies, got up and slammed the shaft of his ritual axe onto the flagstone floor, the thundering quieting the dwarrow in the halls. He officially introduced the prince from the Blue Mountains, and his entourage, and now Kili and Fili got up, and positioned themselves in front of the royal dais for the exchanging of the first gift, the first step of their courting.

Kili was smiling brightly as he handed Fili his gift, yet the prince of Erebor had to use all of his diplomatic willpower to keep a straight face. It was a knife, finely crafted, admittedly, and the hilt elegantly carved. It was of a ridiculous size however, hardly longer than Fili’s hand.

“I crafted it myself,” Kili said not without pride.

“I am honoured,” Fili replied, formally and without emotion. The light in Kili’s eyes dimmed the tiniest bit, but what did he expect?

Kili wasn’t as good as keeping his expression under control as it turned out, because his face hardened ever so slightly as he opened the small box Fili had presented him with. His smile as forced, and for the rest of the night, both princes stared glumly ahead, drank like the damned, and didn’t exchange a single look.

That night in his chamber Fili strode back and forth before the fireplace, staring at the ridiculous small knife.

“A toy, Dwalin!” He crossed his arms and stopped pacing. “He gave me a Mahal-damned toy!”

“It’s as sharp as you please,” Dwalin said and took it from his hand. “Well crafted too.”

“I know. But what good is a knife that size?”

“What do I know?” Dwalin grumbled. “But it’s a gift from your betrothed, and you should accept it with grace.”

“Betrothed.” Fili huffed out a sigh. “How can I be betrothed to someone who looks like a boy and treats me like one?”

Truth to be told, Fili was less disappointed about the gift and its meaning as he was about the fact that the prince’s smile and his shining eyes would never mean they could be happy together. Not if they started out like this.

And on the other side of the hallway, in the quarters of the Blue Mountain delegation, another prince from another realm was also in an abysmal mood.

Kili was slumped into a chair, arms tightly crossed, and stared into the fire.

“Chin up,” Bofur said to him. “I’m sure it’ll get better.”

“It can hardly get any worse,” Kili said darkly.

“Don’t meet the trouble halfway, lad!” Bofur got up from where he had sat cross-legged on the floor and picked up the box that had been sitting on the table. “They’re pretty little things. And solid gold, no less.”

“Solid gold toys!” Kili shot out of his chair, tore the box out of Bofur’s hand and slammed it shut. “I know I have yet to come into my beard, but that doesn’t give that stuck-up prince any right to treat me like a boy!”

Bofur sighed and weighed his head. But for the want of anything comforting to say, he kept his silence.

The hall fell uncharacteristically silent when the Blue Mountain delegation entered for breakfast the next morning.

Fili took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and exchanged a long, dark look with the king.

The prince wasn’t wearing the courting beads.

Thorin didn’t comment on it, but his displeasure wasn’t lost on the foreign dwarves who were visibly uncomfortable under his stare.

“Let them,” Kili muttered to Bofur under his breath. “If this is how they chose to treat me then I’d rather be gone, treaty be damned.”

“It’s not that easy, lad,” Bofur whispered back. “The gifts have been exchanged. We need to figure this out.”

At the other hand of the table, Balin patted Fili’s thigh to calm him. “It will all fall into place, my prince,” he muttered.

“Then why isn’t he wearing my courting beads?”

“Leave that to me, my prince. For now, pretend to be properly courted.”

Fili took a sip of his honeyed milk, scowling into his cup.

That evening, after a day of tense looks, terse words and curt replies, Bofur was hailed on his way back to the chamber. He had been having a peaceful pipe outside on the ramparts, and didn’t hide his surprise when he was approached by Erebor’s Master of Ceremonies.

“Master Bofur,” Balin said. “A word, if I may.”

“Aye.” Bofur stowed his pipe away. “Of course.”

The two looked at each other and Balin took a deep breath.

“I do not wish to cause a diplomatic incident,” Balin began. “Yet I do have to ask why Prince Kili was not wearing the courting beads that our prince gifted him with.”

Bofur stared at him. Then he blinked. “Courting beads?”

A long pause, and then both simultaneously said: “Oh.”

“Well, what did you think they were?” Balin asked after a moment.

“Toys, to make a pretty necklace or some such thing,” Bofur replied with a strained smile. “But they didn’t even come with a string so...”

“They are not meant to be worn as a necklace,” Balin replied with an exasperated smile. “So you do not have courting beads in the Blue Mountains?”

“No,” Bofur said slowly. “Should we have brought a string?”

“Courting beads are no ordinary jewellery, Master Bofur,” Balin said then. “With yours and your prince’s permission I shall send a servant to help the prince with donning them.”

“Oh... aye.” Bofur nodded. “I’m sure that’ll help. It seems like the two were fairly besotted with each other before the gift exchange.”

“Now that we are being honest in admitting ignorance,” Balin began, “what is it with the tiny knife? Our prince was not happy about what he believed was nothing short of degrading.”

Bofur’s mouth fell open. “Oh... oh Mahal’s balls.” Then he hastily cleared his throat. “It’s a gift of...” He scratched his beard. “It’s both a good luck charm, imbued with blessings while it was forged, and a weapon of secrecy. It is meant to be carried hidden, as last defence in case of emergency.”

Now it was Balin’s turn to look a little dismayed. “I understand,” he said then. “I fear we have to sit down and forget about diplomacy, all of us together, and ask, instead of assuming.”

“A sensible suggestion,” Bofur replied with a bright smile. “And now I shall inform my prince about this delightful turn of events.”

“And I, mine,” Balin said. “Good evening, Master Bofur.”

“Good evening, Master of Ceremonies.”

“Just Balin will do,” Balin replied with a smile, and Bofur’s grin widened.

When Kili entered the hall the next morning, he bore two braids on the left side of his head, the beads woven into it for everyone to see. The relief in the hall was palpable, and the silence was then broken by Balin who got up and announced a meeting after the meal.

“Explanations are in order,” he said and smiled at one prince, then the other. “Misunderstandings have to be cleared up, and we need to have a few conversations about how to avoid further misunderstandings in the future.”

Kili looked over at Fili, and the latter now slipped the tips of his fingers into his fur vest, and lightly patted his shirt underneath, where he had hidden the knife in a fold of his undergarments. Kili’s face lit up like the sun breaking through rain clouds, and it made Fili’s heart flutter

After a lot of official talks and diplomatic negotiations, the two princes found themselves a quiet place on a balcony overlooking the valley and the river flowing from the gates, to share a pipe.

They promised each other honesty, and also promised that questions should be asked, and mistakes treated with leniency and explanation.

“Should you not be wearing courting beads as well, my prince?” Kili asked then.

“I should,” Fili said with a shrug, and a smile. “But you did not give me any.”

“Oh,” Kili said, and bit his lower lip for a moment.

“We have been over this,” Fili replied and took his hand. “We shall get through all of this.”

“We will,” Kili replied, his smile warm and alive.

A mere week later, Fili entered the hall one morning, and a set of courting beads were neatly braided into his golden hair. The princes exchanged looks that were warm with fondness and affection, and it was as if the whole mountain exhaled a bated breath.

Durin’s Day saw the two princes wed in glory and joy, and despite it being a breach of traditions, no one complained when the two had vanished before the food had been served. They had had only eyes for each other during the whole ceremony, and if they were so eager to consummate their union now, no one wished to stand in their way.

[nelioe]

Find out in the final chapter of @khafushun and my collab how things between Fili and Kili are going to end!

[lakritzwolf]

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