Me Turning What Could've Easily Been 800 Words Into 10,000

me turning what could've easily been 800 words into 10,000 <3

BEFORE WRITING: Oh, this fic idea is so cute, and it won't take any time at all! WHILE WRITING: Oh...oh, no...I Underestimated this. Again.

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A/N: Some of our baby Kili. I used another one of @thefandomimagine ‘s great imagines- this one but tweaked it a bit because Thranduil gives me trouble haha. Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Kili x Reader

Word Count: 1,193

Warnings: Mostly fluff, short harassment section of elf’s unwanted flirting with reader, minor injury for reader, little talk of blood, tiny angst for plot

Summary: Kili wants to take care of (Y/N) while the elves taking the company to Mirkwood harass her.

You stumbled when the elf behind you shoved you hard on your back. Luckily, Kili wasn’t far and he caught you, supporting you with his tied hands.

“Don’t touch her,” he growled fiercely.

You trudged along at the back of the group as the company was led (pushed) through the gates of Mirkwood and down into the cellar jails. You dreaded what would come next. You weren’t afraid orcs, wargs, goblins, or anything of the like, but elves you just weren’t fond of. The corridors smelled weird, their clothing was ugly, and their speech was too gooey to understand. And why in Mahal’s name don’t they braid their hair back so it doesn’t get in their face all the time? Helpless, appalling creatures with zero backbones.

The only comfort to you in this moment was Kili. Since you were shoved, he always had a hand on you. The only fear you had while you were in Mirkwood was being separated from the company, and you knew Kili wouldn’t let that happen. Sure, he was dense sometimes and always played his tricks on you, but his honor and loyalty was matched by no other. Besides his brother, who was at the front of the charge.

“Look at this one,” one of the elves behind you said to his comrade. He was speaking in the common tongue simply to aggravate you. “If it wasn’t so curly, her hair would be almost elven.” He hit your braid and it whipped over your shoulder to the front.

You whirled to him, growling. “Do not touch me again.”

“Fierce little thing, isn’t she?”

“Just because you took her weapons, doesn’t mean you won’t lose a hand to her,” Kili warned. His inflection was almost amused, he was speaking from experience.

You looked to him and your glare broke as you smirked. He knew not to mess with you too much.

Soon, the winding staircases led to the dungeons. All the cells were fairly close together in the bottom floor of the tall cellar. From high above, you could hear annoying, soft, boring music. “So not only are we stuck in the elven dungeons, but we have to listen to their blasted fairy music all night as well?” you said. Kili chuckled at that.

Then he was pushed harshly into the last cell. You moved to follow him, but the elf who had been teasing you held onto your arm with a vice like grip. “No, no. You come with me.”

The bars of the cell slammed closed and Kili ran to them, reaching for you through them. “No! She stays with us- she stays with me! Let her go, now!”

Panic rose in your chest. You knew this would happen, you couldn’t trust elves. You looked around quickly seeing no escape and every one of your comrades already in locked cells. You pulled your arm from the elf, but he only leaned closer to you.

“Can’t have a lady down here. It wouldn’t be right. Even if you are a dwarf.”

You looked to Kili and tried to find some sort of strength. You breathed deeply as the elf circled around you and held your jaw tight in his long fingers. “And you are a pretty one, aren’t you?” he whispered in your ear for only you to hear.

You jarred your face free and spat on his hand.

“If you take her with you, she’ll find a way to escape. She’ll free us all and I will find you and kill you, elf.” Kili’s glare was dangerous. His bright teeth were bared, his neck was red with fury and his eyes dark and animalistic.

The elf’s lips returned to your ear, grazing against your neck as he spoke. “Is that what you want? To stay in these dungeons instead of having a nice dinner with me?”

“Dinner is not all you’d be wanting,” you said.

He straightened, tightening his grip on you. He opened the cell door enough to throw you in and then slammed it closed again. “Fine. Rot down here. I don’t care.” He stormed off, up the stairs and far away from you.

You blinked away your tears of panic and frustration as Kili helped you up off the hard floor. “Are you all right? That bastard elf. I should’ve ripped his head off when I had the chance. How dare he speak to you like that. Touch you like that? Mahal, I could just… Are you all right, (Y/N)?”

You nodded, brushing the dirt off your trousers. You stepped away from him, turning your back while you gathered yourself. “I’m fine.”

“No you’re not. You’re bleeding.”

You looked down. You had landed hard when the elf pushed you into the cell. “It’s just a scratch. It’s nothing.”

“Here, let me help you,” Kili said, taking your hand in his.

You ripped it away. “I’m fine.”

“You won’t be fine when it festers!” He grabbed you and pushed your back against the wall. “Why are you always so stubborn when I’m trying to help you?” His voice echoed through the cellars. Then he checked himself, taking a deep breath. “Stay put.”

He brought the hem of his tunic up to his mouth and ripped it with his teeth. He pulled off a strip from the bottom and wrapped it securely around your palm. “I’m sorry. I’m taking my anger out on you and I shouldn’t be.”

“No, I- I’m stubborn.”

“I know that. I’ve always known that.” He tied a knot in the makeshift bandage and held your hand, bringing it up to his lips. He kissed your fingers. You couldn’t read his expression and his eyes didn’t meet yours as he spoke. “I should have made you go into the cell first.”

“You didn’t really have a choice in that,” you said.

“Well, I should have done a better job of protecting you.”

“I can protect myself.”

He sighed. “I know that.”

You squeezed his hand as much as your injury allowed. “But I know that if I can’t, you’ll always be there to help me. To keep me safe. To-to keep all of us safe.”

He stared at your feet. “(Y/N), when I thought that elf was going to take you away, I…” he shook his head, lost. “I just, I couldn’t…”

“I know.”

“No, you don’t. I couldn’t do anything! If he… If you ever…”

“Kili,” your fingers brushed his cheek. “I know.”

His hand rose to the back of your head and his lips crashed to yours. His kiss was urgent, needy, protective. You were his.

“If we could stop kissing and figure out a way to escape, that would be great.”

You drew away from Kili, laughing at his brother’s voice. “It’s your turn to come up with the plan, remember?” you called to the next cell.

Kili kissed your forehead and told you to sit. He landed behind you with his back against the cell wall and pulled you between his legs, letting your back rest against his chest. His arms encircled you securely. “You should get some sleep. I’ll keep you safe.”

“I know you will.”

thinking about how insane the demon slayer art style and character design is. like, the the nose, mouth, and face shapes of everyone in the main cast are virtually identical regardless of gender, and yet every single character has a very distinct personality at first glance. And unlike other popular anime, it isn't their rainbow hair colors or painstakingly customized uniforms that help the audience tell them apart (though I do love their outfits).

It's almost entirely their eyes.

The best example of this is probably shinobu. Her eyes are enormous, round, and purple, things associated with femininity. However, they have no pupil or sclera and have a matte gradient effect. The gradient effect gives an appearance similar to an insect's compound eyes, giving a nod to her abilities and character aesthetic, but more importantly, the lack of reflected light makes her eyes look completely dead. This tells you everything you need to know about shinobu's character. She's beautiful and graceful in her appearance and mannerisms, but she's also lost the most important thing in her life, is capable of great cruelty towards her enemies, takes a sadistic delight in their pain, and her cheerful and benevolent persona is a facade. Basically, by just drawing a couple of carefully shaded circles, the artist lets you know that even if this character acts lively and upbeat, that fact that there is no light behind her eyes shows that it is false.

This is thrown into even greater contrast when a flashback is shown of kanae, shinobus late sister, who we know that shinobu seeks to imitate with her faux cheerfulness. Though their faces are identical, their eyes couldn't be more different. Where shinobus eyes are matte and reflect no light, kanaes are glossy and have three enormous highlights in each eye, making her look literally starry eyed, and that's reflected in her personality. Kanae is shown to kind, overly idealistic, and optimistic to the point of being airheaded: the exact opposite of shinobu, who is bitter, cunning, and capable of great cruelty.

Anyway demon slayer really makes the most of visual storytelling in even its smaller details.

Some other highlights in character design:

rengoku's constantly wide eyes with their rings of contrasting color that almost resemble an optical illusion perfectly convey everything about his most important character trait, his unrelenting intensity. Additionally, depending on context, his wide-eyed appearance can either be played for laughs or deeply unnerving, depending on whether his neverending enthusiasm is being directed towards complimenting tasty food or carving up his enemies with a smile.

Obanai has heterochromia identical to that of a cat, and let's be real, his personality is pretty cat-like. He's proud, disdainful, and judgemental of others, but he is also full of unconditional love for Mitsuri, even if he usually only shows it by quietly enjoying her company. Plus, it's also revealed that the reason obanai fell in love with mitsuri is because she is a genuine person who doesn't push his boundaries, giving him someone he can truly be comfortable around. Anyone who's interacted with a cranky stray cat before can tell you how familiar that sounds.

Nezuko has three separate sets of eyes throughout the series. As a human, her pupils are pink with complicated black shading and with a white highlight, once again hinting at her innocence. As a demon she usually has pink eyes with a circular highlight, but all the shading and therefore all the "depth" is gone. Since she doesn't remember that her family was killed and has somewhat regressed to a childlike state, nezuko still has her innocence (as shown by the highlight) but has lost her complexity that made her fully human. When she becomes enraged, her pupils become dark and slitted and her irises lose their reflective sheen, showing that not only is she monstrous, she has temporarily regained the capacity for anger and other dark emotions, and lost the ignorance/innocence that keeps her monstrous instincts at bay.

Muichiro has no memory of anything but the last three months of his life, and likewise, his eyes are foggy and dull

In the case of aoi, the square, blocky shape of her pupil implies a lot about her character: the fact that she's somewhat ordinary and a reliable, steady ally, even if she can be a little stiff.

I'm fairly certain that tanjirous red eyes were supposed to have narrative importance and signal that he is a descendant of yoriichi until it was decided at some point that yoriichi had no children and tanjirou was a descendant of a friend of yoriichi instead (either that or the reveal was planned from the beginning and the eye color was a red herring), but that's beside the point. Tanjirous eyes are red with dark shading, and do not have a highlight, though they do have a white pupil. This combination represents tanjirous emotional maturity, the combination of negativity and positivity. Unlike shinobu, who has no light in her eyes and is controlled by her resentment, and kanae, who has nothing but light in her eyes and was idealistic to the point of foolishness, tanjirou has both. Yes, he has suffered, he lost almost his entire family, even after he dedicated his entire self to caring for them after his father's death. However, tanjirou is still a fundamentally compassionate and hopeful person. No, Tanjirou is far from the first shonen protagonist who is kind and a genuinely good person (Luffy, Naruto, and Goku come to mind), he is one of the more emotionally intelligent ones. Tanjirou empathizes with the demons and recognizes the suffering that made them into monsters, but at the end of the day, he still kills them. There is no talk no jutsu, there is no transformation of enemies into allies, and there is no sparing of enemies out of respect for their fighting prowess. Though Tanjirou recognizes that demons are tragic and pitiful, he also knows that they are creatures that survive only on the slaughter of innocents. This isn't to say that stories about redemption or forgiveness or once-feared villains turning into the protagonists wacky neighbor are inherently bad, far from it. But for the story that demon slayer is, tanjirou is the perfect fit. And you can tell, just by looking in his eyes.

this is literally my favorite kíli fic on the planet rn it’s just so comforting i love rereading it

8. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay." Kilo please! 🥺💕

Thank you for this Kili request 💚 it's the first time I've written for him in over a year so I hope it's not too OOC! I hope you enjoy it lovely 🥺

Warnings: Nudity, mildly horny at times but mostly just fluff & insecure!Kili.

Word Count: 1,666

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Deep within the forest flows a rock filled stream. The water ripples gently over the lone occupant, softly washing away layer after layer of grime and filth. 

The dark haired dwarf sits, propped up against the mossy overgrowth that separates land from water, basking in the evening sun. The air is beginning to cool, easing the growing aches that have settled into his muscles. Aches and pains gained from the battles he’s had to overcome in order to get to this point in the company’s journey.

His mind is quiet as he relaxes to the sound of the subtle babbling as the water splashes against the rocks.

The peace is broken as he hears leaves rustle and twigs snap to the side of him. The dwarven prince is quick to take his blade, pointing it fearlessly towards the dense thicket to his left.

“A-apologies, I did not mean to startle you.” You poke your head out, a flush growing on your supple cheeks as you take in the sight of the young prince in front of you. 

You hear your name leave his soft lips, the sword returning to its place on the ground. A glint appears in the young dwarves' eyes.

“If you want to catch me in a state of undress, you need only ask, little Hobbit.” He teases, a smile tugging his lips upwards, creasing his cheeks as it grows.

“Everyone else has returned to camp, you, however, have not. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” You push away the heat that grows as you take in the toned muscles of his stomach, water rippling up against the hair coating his chest. 

The fact that you’re able to form a fully functioning thought with him in such a state is frankly a miracle. 

His face softens at your words, however the teasing lilt to his smile remains. You would expect nothing less from him. 

“Perhaps, I was just relishing in the rare quiet away from the company.” His strong hands look soft as they lightly brush over the water surrounding him.

“Perhaps.” You return his teasing smile with one of your own, eyes shining as you watch him. “But I strongly doubt that. You live purely on chaos and mischievery.”

The dwarf erupts in a sudden single laugh. The sound makes your heart race, knowing you were the reason behind such a joyful noise. 

“Then why do you suppose I am still out here?” He tilts his head at you, his eyes full of genuine curiosity. 

“I would hazard a guess that those locks of yours are in need of a good wash, and perhaps you struggle to clean them as thoroughly as they require.” You continue to tease, not wanting to bring down the prince’s mood. It appeared as though you had improved it so far.

As the company left to wash away the victory of their battle, you had seen the forlorn expression on Kili’s face. His faraway eyes, and fidgeting fingers. You had been itching to go to him, to demand to know the reason behind his upside down smile, unused to seeing such a look on his face. 

You forced yourself to be patient. To wait until nightfall, when the others were asleep. But when they came back without him, well who were you to resist such an invitation. Your concern and worry, running deep within you.

“Are you offering?” You hear the insecurity that he tries to hide in his quiet voice, peering up at you from under his lashes.

There is a second meaning behind his question. An old dwarven custom. He knows it, he hopes you do as well. But you are a Hobbit, and he fears the meaning will be lost on you.

“If you would allow it, prince.” Your voice is soft as you speak, taking a careful step towards him. 

“I-I would allow it.” He’s nervous, the shy tone in his voice giving him away. 

You move closer, heart beating heavily in your chest as you sit on the waterbank behind him. Allowing your bare feet to slip into the water, you hesitantly place them either side of his waist. You begin to gently brush your fingers through his wet hair, scratching his scalp softly and relishing in feeling him relax under your ministrations. 

“Why are still out here Kili, alone? The truth this time.” Your voice is almost a whisper, unwilling to break the peaceful aura that surrounds you both. 

“I am not alone.” He responds, defensive and dismissive. You feel a small amount of tension build in his body as he bristles.

“Kili.” You give his hair a soft tug, making him groan in a way that you cannot decipher between pain or pleasure. Gently, you let your fingers stroke the skin at the base of his hairline, encouraging him to speak to you. 

“The others, they mean no harm…” He begins, lowering his head as you run your fingers up and down the expanse of his neck. “They jest, that is all.”

“What is it they say?” 

“Nothing.” He bristles again, pulling away from you, just enough to let your fingers drop from his warm skin.

“You can tell me. You can tell me anything Ki.” Your fingers find the hem of your skirt, running along the stitching as you wait for his response, letting him take his time.

“I cannot grow a beard.” Comes his quiet voice, so quiet you almost miss it. 

“Then what is this sprouting out of your face?” You raise your fingers, reaching around to softly stroke his jaw. He huffs. but subtly nuzzles further into your hand, a quiet eagerness in his movements. “You are younger than them, are you not? It simply takes time. And even so, I like your beard just the way it is.”

Kili sits silently in front of you, his head tilted back into your hand. You can see the way his eyes are closed, his features relaxed under your fingers. 

“Is that all they say?” You ask, “Surely they see your face everyday. Why wait until now?"

His eyes remain closed, but his features are now tense, scrunched tightly as he speaks. You continue your movements, fingertips dancing along the length of his jaw.

“My body is not- It’s softer, not firm like theirs. They jest that I am still the dwarfling among them.” The end of his sentence is muttered, almost petulantly. You can’t help the soft smile that lights your face. 

You let your hands drop to trail along his shoulders. Dipping down to his collarbones, you feel his heart racing beneath his chest.

“You must not let them get to you, they mean no harm.” You swear to yourself that you will be having words with them all later that night. They may not realise what they were doing, but they would once you were finished with them. “You are perfect, my prince. Just as you are.”

You let your hands walk their way back up his shoulders, his neck. Until they find their way back into his hair again. You begin to gently run your fingers through it, pulling a collection of strands together to braid it. 

As you twist the strands delicately together, a strong hand closes over yours to stop you.

“I- You should stop that.” Kili twists in your grip, looking up at you with an unreadable expression. Something desperate, and almost sad, in his eyes. 

“You do not want me to?” You ask as you watch the internal fight the dwarf seems to be having in front of you.

“I do. More than I have wanted for anything.” His hands find yours, closing around them tightly in your lap.

“Then let me.” 

The sound that escapes him can only be described as incredulous, as if he refuses to accept that it could be so simple. 

“You do not understand.” His tone turns desperate as he squeezes your hands. 

“I do, I asked Fili.” You reply simply, a small smile on your lips as you watch his expression turn from desperate to uncertainty to awe in mere seconds. 

In truth you had spoken to his brother weeks ago, determining exactly how one goes about courting a dwarf. Only now had you been able to muster the courage to act on your desires.

“I would like nothing more than to court you, Kili. I do not know or understand most of your dwarven customs, but I know what’s in my heart, and that is you.” 

Kili frantically begins to pull at his clothes that are strewn across the ground beside you, all the while attempting to stay underwater to keep himself covered from your innocent eyes. There’s a deep flush on his cheeks as the water splashes around him. 

He returns to his place in front of you, slightly breathless, with a pair of beads in his hands.

“I made them. For us. I had hoped one day that you would grant me the honour of braiding your hair, though it appears you beat me to it.” The shy smile on his face is blinding, your cheeks begin to hurt from the sheer size of your returning smile.

You take the beads delicately, holding them in your hand. You turn them this way and that to inspect the small details carved into the light wood. 

“Let me finish,” Your voice is soft as you look back up at him, “then it would be my honour to wear your braid, Kili.” 

He leans up to you, brushing your hair away from your face before pressing a soft, quick kiss to your lips. Just as fast he’s turning around again, dropping fully into the water, eagerly waiting for you to continue braiding his hair.

You cannot help the small chuckle that leaves you, or the way you kiss the very top of his head, before carefully beginning to separate the strands to create your very own braid within his dark locks.

Taglists:

× Kili Durin: @eddiessidegirl, @mirkwoodshewolf, @winnifredburkleismyhero, @soullesscircuits

"pick a prompt, round two!"

author's note: alright, let's bring it on. I've enjoyed writing all the requests I've gotten from the last post, which made me motivated enough to write up some new prompts! this means that anything from my last prompt post will no longer be valid, but hopefully you guys enjoy these even better :) and for those still waiting on their previous prompt requests, don't fret! I'm still working on all of yours :)

dialogue prompts:

"I've been wanting to kiss you for quite a while."

"You have no idea who I am, do you?"

"We cannot be friends anymore... I will always see you as something more, something else."

"No, I'm not letting you go. It's too early to get out of bed."

"Please stop talking so I can kiss you."

"You're all I can ever think about."

situation prompts:

Despite how injured you are, you still can't seem to let yourself rest.

You're on the run from a pack of orcs.

You're both hiding from something or someone.

You're an assassin sent to kill them.

You and them have gotten a little too drunk, and have begun to share secrets.

You've had a bad day, and need to rest.

REQUESTS

“pick a prompt” part one. (no longer usable)

some fun dialogue, situational, and inspirational prompts for you guys to request with your favorite characters

“pick a prompt, round two!” part one. (currently in use)

some fun dialogue and situational prompts for you guys to request with your favorite characters

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“traced feelings” part one. (completed)

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