j. keith

i write domestic fluff about Fili from The Hobbit

[manly-cupcake]

Fili Comforts You During A Hard Time

(Fili x reader, gentle comfort during emotional distress, cuddling)

You woke up to a very distressing text. Your friend was in the hospital. You buried your face in your pillow. You could hear Fili in the kitchen. You began to cry.

"Darling, what's the matter?" Fili appeared in your bedroom doorway with frizzy hair, wearing leopard print pajamas (he had insisted on these pajamas the first time you had taken him to a department store). He had a cup of coffee in each hand.

You unlocked your phone and held it out to him. "Here," you said, sniffling. "Read it."

Fili came into the room with a look of concern and set the coffee cups down on the dresser beside you. He took the phone gently from your hand and frowned in concentration as he read the text.

"Oh, darling," he said, sitting down on the bed and placing his free hand softly on your shoulder. "This is dreadful news."

"I don't know what to do," you sobbed.

Fili set the phone down on the comforter, laid down beside you, and took you in his arms.

"I'm here," he said into your hair. "Just cry."

You cried into his chest until his silk pajama shirt was soaked with tears. All the while, Fili rubbed your back and planted tender kisses on your forehead.

"I know, darling," he kept saying. "I know."

After the crying had subsided, Fili looked you in the eyes as he tenderly wiped your lashes with his thumb.

"If you'd like to visit your friend in the hospital," he murmured, "I'll come with you."

You nodded. "Okay."

"Alright," said Fili, getting up. "You lie here and I'll take care of everything."

You watched as Fili bustled to and fro around the room, preparing a hospital visit bag.

He packed snacks.

"To keep up your strength," he explained.

A large plush dinosaur.

"Everyone needs a soft friend," he announced.

A pair of masks.

"To keep us healthy," he said.

An enormous water bottle.

"Hydration is key."

Kleenex.

"In case my shirt gets too wet."

A charging cord.

"There," said Fili, satisfied, setting the bag on the bed. He held out his hands to you. You held them and he lifted you to an upright position. Then he carried you to the bathroom.

"I'll leave you to get ready," he said. "Call me if you need anything."

"Fili?" you said as he turned to go.

"Yes, darling?" he said.

"Can I have a kiss?"

"Of course you can."

Fili kissed you gently and slowly. Then he touched your cheek affectionately and left the bathroom.

[manly-cupcake]

Making Pancakes with Fili

(Fili x reader, fluff, flirtation)

It was a rainy Sunday afternoon. You were laying in Fili's lap on the couch, reading a book, and he was playing with your hair. Fili was in grey sweatpants and he had no shirt on.

"Darling," he said all at once, "do you know what I was thinking?"

You put your book down and smiled up at him. "What?"

"I've never tasted pancakes," said Fili dreamily. "I want to taste a pancake."

You smirked, reached up, and affectionately tapped his bristly chin. "What brought this on all of a sudden?"

"Well," said Fili, "now that I am in the modern human world, I've tried a lot of things. I've worn modern human clothes, and listened to modern human music, and eaten modern human food. I've even endured tofu. But I've never had a pancake. And I chatted with our neighbor this morning when I stepped out to get the mail, and she was simply RAVING about pancakes." He frowned in thought. "What are pancakes, exactly?"

"Oh Fili," you said. "Baby. Sweet baby. Let me show you."

You got up and dragged him to the kitchen by the hand.

"Stand there," you ordered, placing him in front of the counter. "Watch and learn."

You began to seize pancake ingredients out of the cupboards and the fridge and stuff them into his arms. Milk. Eggs. Flour. Sugar.

"Darling," said Fili, "what's all this?"

"My dear Fili," you said excitedly, "you are witnessing the conception of a pancake."

Teaching Fili to whisk the pancake batter was an interesting venture. For one thing, he was very messy. His chest became spattered with it. For another thing, he kept tasting it every ten seconds, and making faces.

"This isn't very good," he said, offering you a fingerful.

"Well of course it isn't," you said, dragging him to the sink and rinsing his finger off. "We haven't cooked it yet."

"What do we cook it on?" asked Fili.

"Your sizzling hot chest," you said.

Fili raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Is flirting a necessary component in pancake conception?"

You put your arms around his neck and kissed him. "Naturally."

Fili dropped the whisk and began to make out with you.

"Now, now," you said, blushing, "don't get carried away."

"The longer the kiss," said Fili into your mouth, "the better chance the pancake has at being born."

You pushed him away. "I'm the expert at pancake production," you said, "not you."

"Fine," said Fili.

"Get back to whisking," you commanded.

"FINE," said Fili again.

While Fili whisked, you put the griddle on the stove.

"Now pour the batter on to the griddle," you instructed, "in tiny pools."

Fili poured half the bowl onto the griddle. The batter flooded out of the griddle and spilled on to the stove.

"What are you doing!?" you gasped.

"Tiny pools are for cowards," said Fili firmly. "My pancake will be an ocean."

"For god's sake, Fili," you said. "Are you going to listen to me or not?"

"My apologies," said Fili.

You put Fili to work cleaning up his mess. When the griddle and stove were finally clean enough to proceed, you demonstrated how to pour the pancake batter properly.

"Your turn," you said.

Licking his lips in concentration, Fili poured a very, very small amount of batter on to the griddle.

"Pancakes are supposed to be larger than a fig," you said.

"There's nothing wrong with being small," said Fili indignantly. "I am a prime example."

He made the rest of the pancakes small too. The only properly sized pancake was the one you had poured initially. It looked bloated and gigantic amidst the others.

When the pancakes had been flipped (with great difficulty) and were finished cooking, you moved them to a plate with a spatula.

"Get the syrup out of the fridge," you said to Fili.

He obeyed, and afterwards, the two of you sat down to eat.

"BY DURIN," thundered Fili, with syrup dripping from his mustache, "EREBOR SHOULD BE FILLED WITH THESE INSTEAD OF GOLD!"