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GatheringFiKi Interest Survey 2025 - Results

First of all, huge thank you to those who took the time to fill in my recent survey. I have now reviewed the results and I have a couple of points I’d like to share.

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For @gatheringfiki 's FiKiWeek

New Fanfiction written for @linane-art and the Rent-A-Fanwork Event from GatheringFiKi! It is very small but it was fun to write this and I am very happy about it. And it gave me a possible new idea - as if I do not have enough of those in my own head already but here we are.

The title sounds kind of like a joke but that is how I coped with the repeat of trauma in this. There is hope at the end. And I really can only tell you to read "Children of Stone" that Linane wrote.

{ fic written for Durin's Day Exchange hosted by @gatheringfiki, inspired by @youuuuegg's art }

It was coronation day, and Fíli was feeling anxious.

It was to be expected, really, as he would officially become the King Under the Mountain, but everyone knew and adored him, so there was no need to be this anxious.

After Erebor had been through reparations and more of their cousins moved into the mountain, Fíli had worked alongside his uncle incessantly to make sure everything would work out as it should, and Thorin had said time and time again how much of a natural Fíli was, solving the people’s problems with ease and keeping his mind clear.

In fact, since the beginning, Thorin made sure to allocate some of his duties to Fíli in a way to teach him to become a good ruler. Back then, Thorin didn’t plan on retiring, not so soon at least, and it seemed like Middle Earth was finally going to see some peace after Azog died.

(Fíli heard the rumours, of course, he knew there was danger lurking, but so far, things had been stable, and he would take advantage of that.)

And Erebor thrived. Thorin had always been kindhearted, caring for his kin had always been his priority, which meant that Erebor quickly returned to its former glory.

Not without the help of the Company or the other dwarves that came from the Iron Hills – and even from the Blue Mountains when they heard that Erebor was dragon free now – of course, but Thorin was great at managing the parties of who would do what, and Fíli and Balin were his right and left hands, helping each step of the way.

After the reconstruction, Thorin could finally start digging the mountain again, and the relations with Men and Elves started doing well – Fíli had taken the primary role at dealing with the Elves, because even though Thorin had changed, he still felt his blood boiling when dealing with Elves, so Fíli was in charge of that.

Kíli would sometimes help, as he had made friends with Tauriel, and then with some other Elves after the Battle of the Five Armies, and Fíli had to admit that he quite enjoyed being the one responsible for making sure the dwarves’ relationship with the other races worked.

For one, he was very open-minded and curious, which made it easier to handle those who had spent decades, centuries even, with prejudice and bigotry in their hearts.

But also, it was one of the moments that Kíli got to work with him.

We made this lil edit to go with it cause were so exited

do Fee and Kee finally get their hapy ending?!?!

GO check it out on Ao3 right now!

Title: battle hearts dont change

rating: G

Treat Prompt: They're running a Haunted Hotel together.

Pairing: Anders/Mitchell

Rating: T

Trick: Last Halloween one of them got his heart broken. This Halloween he's going to put it past him. Or is he…?

relationship: Mitchell/Anders

warning: blood, character death

Thanks @linane-art and @gatheringfiki and apologise for my terrible English.

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In Anders' dictionary, the word "Halloween" had never existed. He had no interest in picking up a pumpkin from the supermarket, nor did he fancy sporting a pair of silly bat wings on his back. Above all, he had no desire to open his door and find a group of kids draped in bed sheets, grinning foolishly and asking, "Trick or treat?"

No Trick. No treat.

Luckily, he lived in an apartment, and the security measures saves him from those chattering children.

Wait, not so lucky after all.

As Anders pulled out a bottle of beer and closed the fridge door, he found his boyfriend stooding by the sofa, holding a devilish headband and looking at him expectantly.

AND NO PUPPY EYES!

"If you dare to put that thing on my head, I promise you won't be allowed through my door from tomorrow," the god furrowed the brow.

"Fine, I'll wear it myself," Mitchell shrugged and placed the glowing red headband on his own head.

Anders arched an eyebrow, "Have a good night." Haunted houses and festive nights held no appeal for him.

"Hey! It's us going together!" The vampire seized the blonde attempting to slip away, lowered his head to nuzzle their foreheads, and drew them into a deep kiss.

With no need for breath, the vampire turned the kiss into a one-sided dominance. Anders gradually felt lightheaded due to the lack of oxygen. In his daze, he didn't realize when Mitchell removed his hands from Anders' waist, but he did notice that something had become entangled in his hair.

Mitchell restored his boyfriend's breath, saying, "Alright, let's go."

The disgruntled little god blinked and, after catching his breath, reached up to touch the item that had been placed on his head – a circlet.

"Since you're a 'god.'"

"Northman god," Anders rolled his eyes. "Bragi is not a flying baby without pants."

"That's not the point. Let's go."

Despite having Mitchell by his side, Anders remained uninterested in Halloween. The place was swarming with visitors dressed up as all sorts of vampires and ghosts, creating such a racket that he had to tug on the real vampire's collar each time just to lower his head enough to hear what he was saying. Oh, and they had to watch out for those agile "little ghosts" darting through the crowd.

Anders' gaze wandered aimlessly between the street's pumpkin lanterns and fluorescent skeleton costumes, finally settling on a candy-laden vendor cart by the roadside. "Maybe we can get some candy," Anders said, turning to look at the vampire. But Mitchell's attention was still elsewhere, as if he were searching for something.

"Mitchell? Mitchell!" Anders raised his voice.

"What?" the brunette turned his head around.

"I said we could get some candy," Anders' tone carried a hint of annoyance. "Just in case you feel like giving some to a little ghost who might bump into us."

He remembered Mitchell mentioning that when in England, they used to prepare a whole cookie tin full of candies for Halloween and wait for the doorbell to ring.

However, Mitchell's reaction took him completely by surprise. The vampire seemed to react as if stressed, his expression suddenly turning serious, almost angrily. He declined the suggestion and pulled him away from the candy cart.

?

Anders' dissatisfaction flared up as well. He had agreed to come to this Halloween market, which he didn't particularly like, with the idea of "accompanying Mitchell" tonight. But now, this fucking vampire was throwing a fit just because he suggested buying candy? But the only reason he wanted to buy candy is because giving out candy was Mitchell's tradition!

After being pulled along by Mitchell for a while, Anders realized that he seemed to have a specific destination in mind.

"Where are we going?" the god asked impatiently.

"To get some makeup."

"I beg you pardon?!"

"Makeup," Mitchell turned to look at him, "People do it for Halloween."

Anders immediately pulled his hand away. "If you like smearing all those colorful paints on your face, go ahead and turn your face into a graffiti wall. I don't like it."

"Happy?" Anders glared angrily at Mitchell. He had been given an exaggerated makeover, nearly unrecognizable.

The big puppy, also with a new face, nodded. He looked obedient, guilty, and remorseful, but with his makeup, it’s a bit comical.

The blonde fought the urge to pat this big puppy and sighed with a furrowed brow, "I'm hungry." He hadn't even had dinner to make it on time according to Mitchell's schedule.

The vampire, who had just settled down, became alert again upon hearing Anders' words. Unaware of his boyfriend's transformation, Anders pulled out his phone from his pocket and checked it, "There seems to be a restaurant not far ahead having a dinner party..."

"No!" Mitchell suddenly interrupted in a loud voice.

Startled, the little god hesitated for a few seconds, then ripped off the headband and flung it right at the vampire's chest.

"John Mitchell, I've had enough of you," Anders stared at him with a serious expression, his beautiful blue eyes reflecting the warm orange glow of the lights. If it weren't for the current atmosphere, Mitchell would have wanted to kiss them.

He rarely saw Anders genuinely angry, or rather, this was the only time.

But regardless, he wouldn't agree to Anders going to that restaurant.

"I don't know what's gotten into you, but tonight, you haven't respected my opinions for a single second. Now I'm not interested in continuing to be your servant." He roughly ruffled his hair and muttered to himself, "Why the hell did I waste an entire evening on this?"

"Anders, I..."

"Ahh, SHUT UP." Anders interrupted Mitchell just as the vampire had interrupted him earlier. "That's it. I'm going home, and you can stay for your Halloween revelry."

Going home.

The words hit the vampire like a pin bursting a balloon, making him suddenly realize something.

Home.

Small, enclosed, controllable, home.

Why had he never thought that he could lock Anders in their room tonight? They didn't need any makeup or masks to hide themselves. As long as Anders didn't see anyone besides him, he would be safe, of course!

No, Anders didn't even need to see him! To avoid any moment when he couldn't control his vampire nature.

Mitchell was thrilled with his newfound idea, but when he came to his senses, the angry god had already disappeared into the bustling crowd.

"Anders? ANDERS!!!"

The surrounding noise and laughter seemed to announce his failure once again.

Mitchell moved against the flow of the crowd, simultaneously trying to detect the familiar scent of his lover in the air.

He was no longer in a hurry because no matter when he found Anders, there was only one outcome waiting for him. A ten-minute time difference wouldn't change anything.

However, he still had chances.

The first time, they decided to spend Halloween at home. But when Anders heard a knock at the door and went to answer it, a sharpened wooden stake drove into his carotid artery.

The second time, he chose to take Anders out. While walking down the street, a few trick-or-treat kids approached them, bouncing around. Anders urged him to buy some candy quickly to get rid of these annoying little imps. But when he returned with candy and saw Anders again, his lover was lying in a pool of blood, with a few kids wiping the blood from their mouths standing nearby.

The third time, they picked a less crowded street and stayed close to his little god. But an arrow pierced through Anders' chest from behind.

The fourth time, he took Anders to a restaurant with a performance. However, in the few seconds he looked down to twirl his pasta with his fork, a gun was pressed against Anders' head.

The fifth time, when he finally found the familiar scent in a dark alley, Anders was barely clinging to life, curled up in a corner. The paint on his face had smeared with blood, looking dirty and comical.

And he was almost becoming numb to it.

He didn't even rush to the blonde immediately, despite Anders' eyes widening at the sight of him. The neck wound left him speechless. Anders was surprised and in pain at his almost indifferent composure, struggling on the brink of life and death, desperately needing his lover.

Mitchell knelt by Anders' side, carefully cradling him in his arms and leaned down to kiss his blood-smeared lips.

Tears streamed down the little god cheeks.

"I promise, baby, I promise, there won't be anyone hurting you next time."

Because he suddenly thought of a better way. Instead of hiding from other vampires' hunts with Anders, he would do it himself.

Fiki Week Day 6 - Before the Battle

Other Days: Day 1 - Traveling to the Shire (+Bonus process video)

Day 2- After the Stone Giants

Day 3 - Staying with Beorn

Day 4 - Mirkwood Prison

Day 5 - Night time in Laketown