Across Relams

Across Relams

Kili Durin x gn!reader - fluff

Summary: If only a certain fictional prince was real.

TW: nothing, I think

A/N: In my mind Kili comes out and is like human size. I tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible... im trying to do that more, let me know what I can do to fix it.

A date! Your first date, and you couldn't believe it was actually happening. Now you weren't a recluse or a weirdo really, you just hadn't found a person you connected with.

All afternoon you were throwing around outfits. It was a simple dinner, nothing too fancy. But what if your date thought it was a fancier dinner, one that deserved a more dressed up look than pants and a nice shirt. Should you clip your hair up? Should you curl it? What kind of jewelry would you wear?

There were too many details to worry about. It wouldn't be this hard if I was going on a date with Kili. He was a prince yes, but he was also a simple dwarf. There was only one problem. Kili was fictional, a Tolkien character. An aggravated huff left you as you threw yourself on your bed. What does a person have to do to get a Dwarven prince to not only be real, but to fall in love with them.

Finally, after you choose an outfit and had arrived at the restaurant, you were having a seat in front of your date.

"I'm so happy we could enjoy each other's company over dinner." They smiled, reaching their hand out to take yours. Just then your heart leapt for some reason, looking around the open room you searched for something, though you were unsure of what it was.

The slam of a chair being placed next to you had your head whipping around. The handsome man reached out to grab a fry off your plate

"Darling." He greeted you with a beautiful smile before turning to your date. It couldn't be… but it was.

"Hello, I'm Kili. I don't believe we've met before." Politely he stretched out his hand. Though the strained smile on his face told you he wanted to be anything but polite.

love me, love me not.

hawks x reader // sexual mentions, relationship issues.

working alongside the no. 2 hero had its perks and flaws. Perks? You get to work alongside the hottest hero out there. You get more spotlight. More fame. More money, oh and let’s not get started on the edits your fans made of the both of you.

Flaws? You have to put up with his annoying, snarky comments. The ones that send a tingle up your spine. Like the cold air hitting your back as your dress becomes unzipped. The love bites leaving a wet spot on your neck. Fully exposed. That’s just it. Fully exposed to the public. Fully exposed to more drama, more critics, more questions. Your lips fully exposed to curl into a smile when you hear his laugh recite in your mind. Fully exposed to fall for him. Fully exposed in front of him.

You hated how it always went back and fourth. Profesional to Personal. Back and fourth to both. It was the way you didn’t exist one day and were the only thing that existed the next. His voice telling you how beautiful you are, then saying it’s not right. Fuck make up your mind! You knew it was wrong, but god it felt so right.

“You know I’m a piece of shit, right?” Hawks leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed.

“Yeah I’m aware.” You said back.

you heard him chuckle a bit before the sound of his footsteps approached you. “And you want to be with me?”

“Yes..”

“Y/n.”

“You.. don’t want to be with me.” He said, assurance in his tone. “Maybe you just don’t want to be with me.” you said back

“I never said that.”

“You act like it.”

His eyes fell to the surroundings around you, adjusting his positioning. “You know how risky it is”

“You know how risky sleeping with me is and yet you did it anyways.” you sternly replied, sick and tired of his games.

He sighed, stepping forward to a now more closer position. His eyes towered above you as you looked at him with a strict demeanor.

“You won’t let this go, huh?”

“Do you love me, Keigo ?” God you were pissed. His snarky face didn’t help your frustration either.

“Y/n-”

“Or do you just love fucking me?”

His smirk dropped from his face, let out by a scoff.

“Of course I love you.”

“Then prove it.”

He scoffed a smile before it fading rather quickly. The shine in his eyes glossed, focusing back from your lips to your eyes. His look depended as you felt your heart skip slightly.

“Well how do you want me to do that?” he asked. his tone almost making u lose ur composure. It felt so convincing. Maybe because it was real.

“be with me.” You said, a hint of desperation in your voice.

“You don’t know how bad I want to…” his expression softened to sincere.

“Then do it ”

“You know i can’t baby. ” He breathed out, slightly shaking his head. His eyes held a hint of guilt as he looked away from yours.

“why..?” You felt a burn in your chest. The numerous emotions you felt stung like a forest fire, spreading with every one that hit you. He repositioned himself sighing out from breaking the tension that held you both captive.

“You belong with someone better.” He spat out. It fell quiet for a split second before he said “Someone who can actually treat you right.”

“Keigo, I only want you.”

“Y/n- It puts you in even more danger.”

“I don’t care.”

“The HPSC would kill me.”

“I don’t care!”

Though your face remained fierce and stern, your eyes stung with tears, their presence making itself more known as keigo’s gaze softened at the sight.

“I just.. want.. you.”

Keigo fell silent, his mind filling with different thoughts. Thoughts of all the worry’s, the dangers, the reactions, but also the happiness, the desperation, the connection, the click.

his eyes met yours, his mind determining on how he should react. What would be the best for you? But then again, what would be the best for us? Its that selfish desire you both had to just say fuck it and be together, not caring about anything else. Not caring about what the HPSC has to say, what anyone has to say. Not caring about the responsiblities you both had. fuck is it tempting. Just to say screw it all and care about only you.

“I do too..” he said softly, looking down at your lips. His mind analyzed his situation, his choices, what he should do. He chuckled a bit, before his eyes centered back to yours. “Fuck them.” You looked back at him, determined.

“You’re right,” Keigo’s face got closer to yours. His lips grazing yours.

“Fuck them.”

bought the silly checkmark thing for the irony of it all, feeling empty <3

“getting handsy” part two.

author’s note: damn, it’s been a while! hey guys! life has gotten the best of me, but don’t worry, i didn’t forget you all :) in fact, i’ve been re-watching all of the LOTR/Hobbit movies, and i’m about to start binge watching the extended editions this time! ooh, im so excited :D i’m even more excited for some upcoming fic ideas i have, but for now hopefully this one will tide you all over. it’s not really smutty at all like I originally planned, but I hope you guys enjoy the fluff! and once again, my requests are open, so feel free to dive in and ask for some writings! also! if you haven’t read the first part, you can do so here. enjoy!

Pairing: Kíli / Gender-neutral Human Reader

Word Count: 3,274

summary:  despite unwillingly joining Thorin’s company at the suggestion of Gandalf, it seems the cheeky brown-haired dwarf prince who disarmed you is slowly growing on you, with your heart yearning for his touch to linger

content warnings: PG-13, all the typical LOTR stuff that you can imagine, it basically continues to follow the movie plot

DO NOT REPOST OR COPY. MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

After following Kíli to Gandalf, you learned that Lord Elrond had been able to read Thorin’s map, giving the company a deadline of when to reach the mountain: Durin’s Day. Now, as you approached Gandalf on the moonlit precipice, you wondered what awaited you. Pulling you aside, Gandalf lowered his voice as he spoke with you.

“Ah, Y/N, I’m glad you came swiftly. It seems there isn’t much time.”

“Time? What do you mean?” You raised a brow, lowering your own voice as you saw Thorin discussing something with Kíli in the background. You wondered what it was, and when you’d have your weapons returned.

“I suspect that our company’s leader may make haste for the mountains towards the Carrock tomorrow,” he mused. “I wish for you to follow them.”

“Follow them? I thought I already was, after you demanded I join their group.” You were confused now. Why would you need to follow them if you were already doing just that?

“It would seem Master Thorin isn’t too fond of you, Y/N,” Gandalf explained. “I fear he may drive you away.”

“I don’t understand, you speak as though we will be without your company.”

“Mm, yes,” he nodded. “I believe I shall find myself with a new objective shortly. But not to worry, I intend to return as soon as I can. Now, can you promise me you’ll stick it out with them?”

Despite the vagueness of his words, you couldn’t bring yourself not to trust him. Sure, he was troublesome, but you’d be a liar if you said he wasn’t wise. And so, begrudgingly, you had agreed, not knowing what you were getting yourself into. It seemed as though your time in Rivendell would soon be cut short, and rather rudely at that.

Quickly, you awoke to the sound of your newfound roommates collecting their things, preparing to leave. Confused and still blinking away sleep, you beckoned the hobbit (who you had come to know as Bilbo from dinner last evening) to explain what was happening.

“What’s going on?” You asked, your voice slightly raspy from sleep as you forced yourself awake, quickly dressing yourself and collecting your own belongings.

“Beats me, I’m only doing as I’m told,” he sounded annoyed, and kept his response short and curt, leaving you unsatisfied.

“We’re moving out,” Fili, the blonde one, answered in Bilbo’s stead. “We’ve got no time to lose before Durin’s Day, much less in the hospice of elves.” And with that, he left the room, Bilbo following close behind. Now, it was just you and Kíli, who was gathering his weapons now.

“And why didn’t anyone wake me up to tell me?” You scoffed, not appreciating the lack of information and communication on Thorin’s end, despite it being what Gandalf had predicted.

“Thorin said you could remain,” Kíli spoke, his voice softer than yesterday. Perhaps sleep still laid some claim to him as he slung his bow and quiver to his back. “He fears you’d slow us down. I was instructed to return your blades.”

“Oh,” was all that came out from your lips. A part of you was offended at being called slow, but then again, maybe this was a blessing in disguise? It would be less grief on your part if you parted ways with this troublesome group, but you also had come to prefer the company on your journey than roughing it alone, not to mention you had promised Gandalf you’d follow them. And so, your pride got the best of you.

It seems your pride also controlled your feet, leaving you to storm out of the room and leave a very confused Kíli behind as you searched the halls for Thorin.

“Y/N, wait-” Kíli called after you, but it was no use. You were determined.

“You’d leave me with elves and not even the courtesy of saying so?” You had found the older dwarf, interrupting his conversation with Dwalin as you charged him, Kíli chasing behind. Immediately, the two went on the defensive as you approached them, and the rest of the company couldn’t help but look at the scene you were beginning to create, eager to hush you. After all, they were trying to sneak away.

“We’ve no more room for strangers on this journey, least of all a thief.” His commanding presence and royal pride showed through quickly to you, much to your dismay. “We already have a proper burglar, there’s no need for a cowardly sham to join us.”

You bit your tongue from expelling curses, and instead took a deep breath. “Thief? Cowardly? I should think the real cowards are the ones running from aid. Gandalf asked me to join you, why would you betray his word?”

“You have no place here, this is an affair for dwarves. Now leave us.” Thorin wasn’t convinced yet, and you worried if you even held the power in yourself to sway his decision.

“Then let me earn my keep.” You insisted. If they didn’t let you follow, you had no idea what would come next, most especially from Gandalf. “What will it take? Money? Service? I’m quite knowledgeable of the path you’re on, you know.”

“More than a dwarf?” Gloin scoffed. “The lad/lass has gone mad if they think they know the mountains better!”

You glared at Gloin, despite knowing that he was right. You didn’t have much of yourself to offer to a company who already had all of their assets handled. You were just about to finally give in and give up until Balin decided to speak.

“We agreed they’d join us until Mirkwood, Thorin. We’ll be rid of them yet if not for a few more days,” he said, trying to ease the conflict. It was only making it harder for them to get away unnoticed. Any minute now, one of Lord Elrond’s keep could find their rooms empty and dwarfless. “What say you?”

Thorin looked at Balin, contemplating, and then his gaze shifted to you. He was still against the entire idea, but it seemed like his loyalty to his word held him back from saying so. “Fine. But I want you out of my sights as soon as we pass the mountains. I won’t account for any more stragglers.”

His voice had been stoic and curt, and sharp as a blade in the way that you had nothing to reply, as if your tongue had been cut out. The destined king turned away, leading his company out of Rivendell and all that came out of you was a desperate sigh of relief as you followed. That is, until someone grabbed your arm, stopping you.

Turning around, you saw Kíli, his left hand on your arm and his right holding your dagger. “Here,” he said quietly. “The road ahead is dangerous; you’ll need to protect yourself.”

Gingerly, you took back your blade from the young dwarf’s hand. “A sudden change of heart?” You asked curiously, wondering why he chose to return it now.

“You could say that,” he shrugged. “Or perhaps I’d prefer for you not to die on our travels.”

“Aw, I’d be careful now,” you scoffed. “It’s starting to sound like you like me.”

Kíli quickly flushed at the comment, catching himself off guard. “Stop messing around, they’re leaving now,” he muttered, and left to join the others, with you tailing behind shortly after.

By the gods, Gandalf owed you much more than a pint of ale after this. If traversing through the mountains in a freezing rainstorm wasn’t bad enough, you could imagine your surprise when those mountains you were teetering the edge of turned out to be stone giants! Sure, you would’ve had to travel this way anyways just to get to Mirkwood, but it was still terrifying!

Quickly, you found yourself almost slipping off of the edge, your scream stuck in your lungs as someone grabbed the back of your cloak, keeping you from falling down the craggy rocks. “Y/N!” The familiar voice shouted, concern and fear laced in his voice.

Regaining your balance, you saw it was none other than Kíli who had saved you from tumbling down, but before you could utter a simple thanks, the rocks split in two, separating the two of you as you reached for them desperately.

“Kíli!” Fili shouted, but to no avail. Now all you could manage to do was hold on for your life…

Almost just as fast as the previous moments had happened, you had all managed to finally find some sort of safety within a cave. Dwalin went to inspect the depths of it as everyone collected their breath inside, but upon seeing it was nothing but a dead end, Thorin finally gave it up.

“Everyone, get some sleep. We start at first light.” His voice was stern as always, but it didn’t seem to deter the relief everyone was feeling, yourself included. In your wet clothes, you sunk to the ground, grateful to not be stuck back outside with the giants. You held your head in your hands, trying to catch your breath as the adrenaline was slowly coming down; in and out, in and out, in and-

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Kíli knelt down next to you, causing you to look up at his concerned expression. If it weren’t for the fact that you felt like you were having a panic attack, you would’ve found yourself flustered at how delicately your name had sounded on his tongue.

“I.. Yeah, I think so.” You nodded, your breath finding some sort of normalcy now as you focused on your shaking hands. “Earlier, on the cliff, I wanted to say thank you.” When you turned back to look at him, you couldn’t read his expression, his eyes full of wonder and concern and his brows slightly knit in worry. Noticing your shaking hands, he unpacked his blanket, wasting no time in wrapping it around you. You shivered as he did so, grateful for the extra layer and you found yourself unknowingly leaning into his warm touch.

“What did I tell you? I couldn’t have you dying on our travels,” he said with a child-like smile, his eyes crinkling up in the corners, and it was now that he seemed more handsome than he ever had before. His alluring eyes, his beautiful smile, the way his warm hands found yours to stop them from shaking. You found yourself lost, entranced and enamored by him until you remembered you were to respond.

Clearing your throat, you chimed. “But of course; and if I were none the wiser, I’d say it sounds like you’re starting to like me.” You were getting déjà vu of your previous conversation before you had left, and it brought a smile to your face.

“Perhaps you’re starting to grow on me,” he chuckled, and you smiled in return, but before you knew it, your moment together had been cut short.

“Kíli! Help us set up, would you?” Bombur beckoned, interrupting the two of you and stealing Kíli’s attention away as he stood back up to go help once more.

What you hadn’t expected was how much you had missed his touch once he left.

Days passed, and after escaping mountain tunnels chock full of goblins, orcs and wargs, and flying on great eagles to escape it all, you were starting to remember just why you were thinking of quitting your messenger job. It was all too much at once, and you made sure to tell Gandalf an earful of it as soon as you all had made camp.

“You’re nothing but trouble, is that all wizards are these days?” You complained to the grey man, pacing about. “Storm giants? Fine, whatever. Goblins? Terrifying, but manageable. I can even escape orcs and the like, but eagles are another thing entirely!”

“My dear Y/N, are you afraid of heights?” The old man chuckled. “Or would you have preferred to be eaten by wargs?”

You stomped your foot, frustrated. “It’s not the heights, Gandalf, it’s the fear of falling. And I’ve experienced too much of it these days. I mean, come on! I’m only human!”

“That you are,” he nodded, smoking his pipe. “And a wonderfully interesting one at that.”

“Have you not heard a word of what I’m saying? Are you even listening?” You sighed, exasperated.

“My dear Y/N, need I remind you that this was the path you chose for yourself? I merely gave you a small nudge out the door.” He mused, and you knew he was right.

Though he had been your first client when you started this job, everything else you had been through was of your own decision, of your own choosing. You’d be lying if you denied your love for adventure, and perhaps even a love of the camaraderie you’d experienced thus far with Thorin and his unusual company. Your job was usually a lonely one, and yet this trip thus far had been more than enough proof that you were tired of the lone wolf charade, despite how efficient it had been for you.

“Perhaps I’m outgrowing it, then.” You shrugged, sitting on the rock Gandalf was already perched on. “It’s only been three years, and yet I don’t know if I can keep this up.”

“Well, what about settling down somewhere? Working in trade? Surely you couldn’t abandon your skills so easily, little Untouchable.” He offered you his pipe, and you took it, inhaling a puff or two before returning it. The smoke relaxed you, and you sighed.

“I’ve nowhere to go, I’m afraid.” You spoke plainly. “Nothing to do but continue to wander. I’m lost with no home.”

Gandalf sighed, offering a comforting hand on your back. “You need only find yourself again, my dear friend. Find yourself a home to return to.”

The bushes nearby rustled, and soon Kíli and Ori emerged from them; it seemed they had been gathering firewood.

“Ah! There he is,” Ori smiled. “Gandalf! Thorin was looking for you at camp.”

“Was he now?” The old sage asked, standing up now. “Lead me to him then, would you?” He smiled down at the young dwarf before turning to you once more. “Y/N, remember what I said.” He cast a knowing glance to Kíli, leaving you and him alone.

“What was that about?” The young prince asked, and quickly you found yourself flustered. Had Gandalf insinuated this dwarven prince was your home? Nonsense. He was merely handsome and caring, and kind, and maybe a bit of a flirt, but…

Oh gods. Did you like him?

Your face felt flushed, and words seemed to escape you as all you could do was stare up at the messy brow-haired dwarf.

“Y/N? Is everything alright? You look as though a troll were behind me,” he joked, even turning to check behind him. Gods, your name sounded so lovely on his tongue. You caught yourself looking to his lips until you snapped yourself out of your trance.

“I- Uh, right. It’s no matter, it's just something between me and the wizard.” You shook your head, and Kíli chuckled.

“All right then, I won’t pry.” He smiled, pointing next to you at the empty spot on the rock. “May I?”

“Aren’t those needed at camp?” You asked, pointing to the pile of wood in his arms, which he promptly set on the ground.

“And you’d deny me a break?” He smirked, and you couldn’t say no to that gorgeous smile. Gods, it was as if he was crafted of sunlight, and you found yourself secretly wanting to be his moon.

“Well, I suppose not, no,” you corrected yourself, and you scooted a little to give him more space as he sat next to you. Right next to you. Gods, though he smelled of dirt and wet, you found yourself in love with it. He smelled of the earth, of the journey, of life itself.

A silence fell over the two of you as you turned your gaze to the sky, staring at the stars that had decided to shine in the deep navy sky, and suddenly you were reminded exactly why the elves treasured starlight. They were right to do so, with the white lights twinkling in the sky above you two. In the distance, you could hear Bofur and Gloin setting the campfire, with Ori cheering something on. You looked to Kíli to find the young prince already staring at you, a sense of awe in his eyes that caught you unawares yet again. Your face flushed, and it felt hot as you looked at him.

“You’re… you’re staring,” you whispered, caught in his gaze like a deer in the headlights.

He too caught himself, and smiled brightly at you. “Sorry, I just… You’re very beautiful, Untouchable Y/N.”

That was the first time he had ever used your title, and you couldn’t help but laugh nervously about it. It was both flattering as it was a reminder of your life thus far: distant and lonely.

“Just Y/N would do fine, you’ve already served it well,” you smiled, trying to hide your sadness behind it.

Find your home. Gandalf’s words echoed in your mind as Kíli chuckled.

“Ah, I suppose you’re right. But I’m being serious. You look lovely.” His smile was like a memory of life, a memory of living, like a kiss from the wind. A part of you wanted to find out what a kiss from him would feel like, would taste like, would be like.

“Thank you, Kíli,” you shied away for a moment from his intense gaze, feeling his name on your own lips. “You're not too bad yourself.”

“Oh, so you do know my name,” he jested. “I was beginning to think you’d forgotten it!”

“How could I?” You spoke before thinking, all on impulse, and found yourself feeling embarrassed of how quick you had asked him that. But you meant it. How could you have forgotten the name of the man who seemed to keep creeping his way into your mind and heart? Whether or not you were ready to admit it, you cared for him.

He noticed your impulse, and you saw it strike him, leaving him speechless as a smile ghosted his features, which were fixed on you. “Y/N…” he whispered.

You turned back to face him, his dark eyes cutting to your soul. “Yes?”

“Forgive me if I’m being too forward, but,” his eyes flitted down to your lips for a moment before returning your gaze. “Can I give you a gift?”

“What is it?” Your voice was so quiet, any quieter and you’d be able to hear the stars before you could hear your own voice.

“Can I… May I give you a gift?” He too whispered, his face leaning dangerously close. Any closer and you feared you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself back from leaning in as well.

“What is it, Kíli?” You looked into his eyes, his eyes of sunlight and beauty that were glittering with the reflections of the stars in the night sky, and found yourself leaning in.

Without dwelling on it any further, motivated by the way his name sounded off of your own tongue, he met your lips in a kiss, his hand reaching to tuck your hair behind your ear. Raising your own hand tentatively, you embraced the kiss, returning it with the same gentle fervor he had initiated it with, your hand gently reaching into his hair as the stars glittered above.

Perhaps, after three years of having nowhere to settle, you could find yourself a new home.

50 WORDS TO USE INSTEAD OF “SAID”

Do you ever find yourself over-using the word “said” in your writing? Try using these words/phrases instead:

stated

commented

declared

spoke

responded

voiced

noted

uttered

iterated

explained

remarked

acknowledged

mentioned

announced

shouted

expressed

articulated

exclaimed

proclaimed

whispered

babbled

observed

deadpanned

joked

hinted

informed

coaxed

offered

cried

affirmed

vocalized

laughed

ordered

suggested

admitted

verbalized

indicated

confirmed

apologized

muttered

proposed

chatted

lied

rambled

talked

pointed out

blurted out

chimed in

brought up

wondered aloud

(NOTE: Keep in mind that all of these words have slightly different meanings and are associated with different emotions/scenarios.)

— THE HEIRS OF DURIN.