If kili is your husband we must be sisters in law!Do you write for Fili too? If you do I would love something with fili and a fem reader who is soft and domestic and gentle and so spoiled by her husband🩷
loverboy (fili x fem!reader)
synopsis: a small romantic blurb 4 you!
warnings: none!! fluff, so much love, it's kinda short.
The first thing you learn after marrying Fíli is that he absolutely cannot leave you alone.
Not because he doubts your abilities or because he thinks you incapable.
Simply because he adores you.
You wake most mornings with a heavy arm draped over your waist and a warm weight pressed against your back. Even after years together, Fíli sleeps as though letting go of you would cause you to vanish.
You stir beneath the blankets.
Immediately, a sleepy voice rumbles behind you.
You glance over your shoulder.
One blue eye cracks open.
"Because then I can't hold you."
The eye closes again and his grip tightens.
You're not leaving that bed for another ten minutes.
Being married to the heir of Durin's line should, in theory, mean grand halls and endless responsibilities.
Instead, your life is strangely simple.
You spend mornings baking sweet breads while sunlight spills through the windows of Erebor. You tend to little herbs in stone planters. You mend torn sleeves. You keep flowers in jars because they make the halls feel less cold.
And every single thing you do fascinates Fíli.
You could be kneading dough.
You could be arranging blankets.
You could be sitting quietly reading.
Every time...leaning against a doorway.
"What?" you ask eventually.
You are terribly spoiled.
One winter evening, Kíli watches as Fíli drapes his fur lined cloak around your shoulders because you mentioned being slightly cold.
Not freezing, nor shivering.
Kíli nearly chokes on his drink.
"And she is sitting beside a fire."
You are trying very hard not to laugh.
He loves seeing you comfortable.
There is nothing that makes him happier.
Sometimes after difficult council meetings, he seeks you out immediately.
He finds you curled into a window seat sewing.
The tension leaves his shoulders instantly.
His voice softens every time he sees you.
He drops beside you, his large hands immediately finding yours.
"I wasn't planning to go anywhere."
His head settles onto your shoulder.
"Then I shall remain here forever."
The dwarves tease him relentlessly.
Particularly when he follows you around.
One afternoon, you are gathering ingredients in the kitchens when Dwalin walks past.
Fíli is carrying your basket.
A second basket...and your shawl.
"You know she can carry those herself."
"Then why are you carrying them?"
Fíli looks genuinely confused.
Dwalin immediately walks away.
There is simply no arguing with that.
The sweetest moments happen at night.
You sit together beneath blankets while snow falls beyond the windows. Your head rests against his chest. His fingers lazily play with your hair.
For a while neither of you speak.
"You know," Fíli murmurs.
"If I possessed all the gold in Erebor..."
You smile against his shoulder.
"I would still think myself poorer than the day I met you."
You can't argue with that.
Fíli presses a kiss to your temple, and his arm tightens around you.
sorry for not posting in so longgg. been busy and stressed with the heat lately. I promise I'll post more soon!