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Gathering Fiki Trick or Treat 2023 10/22 prompt submission

Trick prompt for 22/10: The God of Harvest receives whatever sacrifice God of Harvest desires.

Content Warning: Durincest,sibling incest, Smut, Dub Con (but not really, just situationally not ideal), ritual sex, harvest rituals (but the sexy kind), evil entities, At-Least-He's-Pretty levels of intelligence from Thorin

Author's note: Not edited or beta'd. Sorry for any mistakes. Thanks @gatheringfiki and @linane-art for organizing this!

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What The God of Harvest Wants

Dwalin didn’t like the idea of bringing the lads along this time. If Thorin was so hellbent on taking back their kingdom one day, he didn’t see the necessity of it. His lord and cousin reasoned that if it had to be done (which Dwalin still was not at all convinced that it did) it was better to ease his heirs into understanding this pivotal observance over a long period of time, rather than shock them with it all at once. They were reasonably intelligent boys; give them long enough and perhaps they would put two and two together and spare them the trouble of having to explain too much outright.

The uncle of said youths also happened to loathe difficult conversations with his nephews, and left as much of it as he could to Balin, their mother, or even more troublingly, Dwalin. Unlike his brother, Dwalin wasn’t exactly known for being chatty . When the terrors had been younger, it had been easy enough to explain it away as a yearly hunting trip. The boys were needed in Ered Luin with their mother, and were too unskilled to traverse the dangerous lands that were ideal for hunting in the autumn. In truth, it was up to the Ri brothers to do the actual hunting in the usual places while Dwalin and Thorin saw to the venerated ritual.

The dwarrow of Erebor did not historically acknowledge a God of Harvest. Unfortunately for their people, they had left Erebor long ago, driven from their homeland by a fire-wyrm. Along the arduous journey of many years across Middle Earth, there had been endless hidden rules to learn about the upper world and its surface-dwelling peoples; some that could be learned by listening and observing and other, far more bitter lessons that could only be learned the hard way. Immigrating a large group of non-indigenous dwarrow to a place once known as Belegost - a mountain kingdom that was half crumbling into the sea and the echoes of ages past still haunted the very stone - had not come without its lessons. Whether they had ever in the past acknowledged a God of Harvest didn’t matter, for the land they dwelled in commanded it now.

Dwarrow also were not historically known for assimilating, but desperate times called for desperate measures. They’d been warned in no uncertain terms when they arrived in the area of how the land demanded a tribute in the fallow season, but for the first several years had been too stubborn to listen. Thorin especially brushed it off as human superstition, halfling nonsense, and elvish lies. Eventually, when their settlement in Ered Luin began to require more of their food in trade than was sustainable to afford for their people, and likewise the surrounding communities were running out of food to sell to them , Thorin finally agreed to look into the matter.

Town by town the story varied - how the tradition had begun, or what entity it was even for, and why. In dark days, some said, it required a higher price to be paid, but thankfully there was no one alive with any living memory of those times. Now it seemed satisfied - if not fiercely insistent - that any community with more than a half dozen families perform the rite during the season of gwivashazdînmerag , within a fortnight of Durin’s Day. Dwalin and Thorin typically timed it so that they returned within two or three days of the sacred holiday and could celebrate their arrival with a traditional feast in the company of their kin.

It had been the two of them from the very beginning. Thorin could not bear to dole out the responsibility to anyone but himself and his closest companion. It was less of a violation this way, since they were already frequent visitors to each other’s beds. Having a shag on top of an eerie altar in front of a shadowy figure that only appeared when they went looking for it during that particular season in that particular wood wasn’t bad as far as “sacrifices” went, in Dwalin’s opinion. Though it seemed more like the kind of thing done in spring, but who was Dwalin to question the will of… whatever peeping-tom, immortal wraith needed the yearly humping display?

If he were being honest, he looked forward to this now. They never had a bad time, at any rate. Less so this year he could only presume. The boys, though both of age (Kili just a couple years ago), were company that tested his patience even on his best days. They would be full of endless questions as to why they weren’t hunting. They weren’t likely to stay where instructed or do as they were told, and the only reason Dwalin hadn’t outright refused this idiotic idea was because, somehow, he and Thorin had never been interrupted during the act.

There must have been some mystical force field (probably all that fog that would suddenly surround them when they stumbled upon the right place) or magic that kept others away while he and Thorin were otherwise occupied. They never saw anyone else there, either, though presumably other settlements sent pairs to settle their accounts. Once the deed was done, the fog would gradually disappear, and they would find their way once more, and reunite with their companions who stood guard to wait for them. (Balin and Nori had been keen to test all the factors they could think of when investigating the rite. It wouldn’t do for the common people to find out what their prince got up to in the name of a mysterious, un-dwarrow power.)

(It would look to their people precisely like what Dwalin suspected it actually was, given the history of their place of habitation. Dark magic. Dark magic that was better off being appeased than opposed.)

There was practically no chance they would be found out, but there was every chance of the lads getting into some stupid trouble while he and their uncle’s backs were turned.

***

The sun had set hours ago, and Fili didn’t think he could hold Kili back any longer. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer. His brother was wearing down the grass where he paced in worry. Something was wrong, and his priority wasn’t convincing Kili the opposite was true anymore. It was finding out what had happened to their uncle and Dwalin.

He hated admitting it but his brother was right. Something hadn’t been normal about this from the start. Thorin and Dwalin had been downright shifty about this trip - telling them to pack less than they usually would for a hunt, and then there had been the intense but nearly silent fight between their mother and uncle before they left. Dwalin wasn’t exactly verbose but even his grimace was grimmer than usual. They’d been instructed to make camp by an outcrop of stones a quarter league or so away from the treeline. Before they watched their elders disappeare into the forest, Thorin had said to expect them shortly after sundown. Midnight had come and gone, and there had been no sign of them.

“So?” Kili pressed, eyeing the small fire they had lit then squinting into the darkness toward the forest.

“Alright. But swear to me,” Fili growled as his little brother immediately started breaking down the camp, “that you will not leave my sight, nor let me leave yours. Should-to-shoulder the whole time, am I clear?”

“Yes, uncle ,” Kili hissed irritably and kicked dirt into the fire.

Fili sighed and rolled his eyes, and tried not to dwell on how alluring Kili looked as his little brother shouldered his bow and silently made his way forward with all the skills and sudden focus of a seasoned tracker. Frowning, scowling, and seething (not to mention the occasional, unexpected bout of competence ) brought out an attractiveness in his naddith that Fili couldn’t quite explain. Thankfully he could hardly give himself away by provoking his brother’s temper, and Kili never seemed to suspect his elder brother wasn’t just doing it to get a rise out of him.

Such thoughts were unworthy of him as a crown prince and older brother. These facts had never stopped the thoughts, unfortunately. Appropriateness of time and place seemed to have little influence over him, either. Now, for instance, when he should have been focused on finding his uncle and Dwalin, he was far more distracted by the moonlight shining down through the trees and alighting Kili’s chestnut hair in a mesmerizing dapple. The glinting silver braid-bead Fili had made and gifted Kili for his latest name day glittered as his brother moved fluidly over the hard ground. Feigning ignorance when his mother asked him why it looked so much like a courting bead was also below him, but he’d done it nonetheless. It was probably because, he had assured her carefully, his very favorite bead ever crafted was worn in her hair, and had been crafted by none other than his belated father. He must have been unconsciously thinking of that.

His mother wasn’t a sentimental dwarrowdam, except in some cases. It had worked to throw her off. When Bofur had joked at Kili’s name day celebration about it, Fili simply told everyone he knew it was the only one Kili would ever get, and Fili was just doing his naddith a favor.

The ensuing fight had been enough to turn everyone’s attention from it. He’d apologized to Kili that night. Knowing his little brother was still sulking under his covers, he’d slipped into bed beside him instead of going to his own, and admitted that he’d been embarrassed by the coincidence and shouldn’t have used Kili to side-step his own humiliation. He didn’t really believe Kili would never receive a courting bead. Seeing how easy it was for Kili to get along with others, he’d probably receive one far sooner than Fili ever would.

He sighed and shook his head to chase away the memory, then realized suddenly he had no idea where they were. The clear skies and moonlight were gone. They were surrounded by thin, gnarled trees on all sides. When had they entered the forest? Where was the path? Where had all this fog come from?

Kili had gone deadly still, likely realizing their predicament at the same time as Fili. He turned slowly to his brother, eyes wide with confusion.

Did you see how we got here? Fil hastily signed.

Kili shook his head frantically.

Stay calm, Fili tried to remind him.

Fili! It must be wights!

Fili shook his head sternly. Stop. Not helping. Torch.

Kili immediately scrambled to retrieve the wood and cloth from his pack, only to turn around and find it suddenly gone. Fili reached for his dagger and realized that he, too, had been relieved of his gear and weapons. Fog began to thicken and swirl around them and they quickly drew closer to one another, back to back as they tried to see through the thick clouds.

“Fili —”

“Don’t let go of me!” Fili shouted, and they linked hands. As soon as it began, it was over. Suddenly the fog fell - as if it were suddenly pulled down to the ground - and swirled lazily at their feet. They were in a clearing now, the looming trees now further away, and they both laid eyes at the raised structure in the middle of the area at the same time.

“What is that ?” Kili whispered loudly, but made no move to go investigate. It looked to Fili like an altar or large throne of some sort. There was no other way to explain it but that the stone it was made of looked… wrong. Foul. A sheenless black rock, it was marbled with a brown, almost red mineral that he didn’t recognize, and great, thick, thorned, black vines grew around it almost like a grotesque frame. Odd as it was to notice, there was a small bowl perched on a raised part of the stone - where one might consider the arm of a chair to be.

Graced am I by the youngest of Durin’s sons.

A voice felt at first like it might split their eardrums and carried pain and terror throbbed around them, and immediately they both fell to their knees and covered their ears. It did nothing, since the voice was inside them as well.

The God of Harvest receives whatever sacrifice the God of Harvest desires. The would-be king and his loyal dog have come as they have each year before, yet it is now the golden king of years-to-come and his beloved who will satisfy me. Do as I command, and not only will your people prosper through another winter, but I will make a way that you may follow home .

Fili and Kili looked at each other, fear written in their eyes, but also the resignation that there was nothing they could do but face the creature. Slowly looked up to see a shroud of darkness before them. Like the blackest, putrid smoke bleeding outward from a void, just hovering there menacingly.

“What…” Fili swallowed and almost choked with how parched he had become, “what have you done… with our kin?”

They seek me, but they will not find me. Never again. You will bear the responsibility. You will lead, and be followed. Hear me, Fili, son of Vili, crown prince of Erebor. Do as I command and you will be reunited. They do not have what I require, but you and Kili do.

Kili flinched at the mention of his name. Whatever was going on, it seemed like it had no interest in Dwalin and Thorin, and was only keeping them separated until it had what it wanted. Whatever that was.

“What is it you want?” he said more resolutely this time, and dared to stand while his brother followed unsteadily after him.

It is good, is it not, when interests align? What is it you want, oh prince? Show me. Take your brother to my altar and show me what you want, and I will be satisfied. As your elders have done and returned faithfully year after year, do as I command now and you will never need to return here again. As promised, a path will be laid for you and your kin to the solitary mountain.

“As our elders have done?” Kili managed to inquire shakily. “What have they done? What path? What do you want?”

“Kili —” Fili tried to stop him.

A splitting, white-hot pain flashed in their skulls and visions passed behind their eyes. They saw a vast land beyond the Blue Mountains, where the sea should have been. Mighty kingdoms were built and crumbled in seconds and the lands changed rapidly before them. A malevolent presence lingered out of sight as the ages came and went, and suddenly they were back in the clearing, eyes open and pain gone. Faded shadows of people of all sorts passed before them like echos. Always two at a time, walking swiftly to the altar and falling atop each other in a rush of lust and passion. An elf and a woman, two humans, two halflings, a halfling and an elf - the combinations were varied and endless, until finally they found themselves watching in growing alarm as the shadowy figures of Dwalin and their uncle approached the altar.

“Alright, alright! Enough! We get the point!” Fili panicked as the two reached the bottom of the stone and turned toward one another.

“You… you want us to have sex for you?” Kili recoiled. “What kind of load is —”

“Kili shut up!” Fili snarled.

You cannot comprehend my reasoning, young mortal? Tell me, littlest prince of the Longbeards, what do my reasons amount to, to you? When it doesn’t even matter what they are, for you will take any reason, whether nonsensical or otherwise?

“Stop talking to it,” the elder prince warned.

Who is to say you didn’t pray for this again and again at night, Kili, while you laid so innocently next to your elder brother and tried to think of good reasons not to touch yourself. Or more importantly, reasons not to touch him —

“Stop it!” Kili shouted.

“Kili look at me,” Fili insisted and grabbed his brother by his shoulders. “We can’t let this thing get into our heads —”

Far too late for that, dear lion. What things would your little brother see in your noble head, should I show him?

Fili quickly averted his eyes from Kili’s gaze and released his shoulders.

Of course, there is always another path. It is the one where you do not do as I command. In consequence, not just your people will suffer my wrath for this insult. I will ensure the line of Durin cannot endure from your branch, and your legacy will wither, and a Fell winter will spread across the land for generations. Make your choice, princes.

“Kili… I can’t make you do this,” Fili ground out, still refusing to meet his brother’s gaze. “If we run —”

“Run?” Kili spat, nearly hysterically. “To where? To tell uncle we refused this thing? That a Fell Winter and the end of your line is coming? We cannot bring this ruin upon an entire region! Maybe… maybe Thorin didn’t stumble upon this with the last person he wanted to even look at the way you’ve had to, but it couldn’t have been easy for them either. Let’s… let's just get it done as they have. Just… close your eyes and think of some lass and then we can leave .”

Fili’s eyes snapped up and he stared at his brother with a horrified expression.

“Kili you can’t be serious! I’m not going to force you —”

“You’re not forcing me! Hello! Look at me! I’m agreeing to do this and get on with it! So quit feeling sorry for yourself and —”

“I’m not feeling sorry for myself, I’m feeling sorry for you ! I know… I know you never planned your first to be with… with me. I’m your brother, you wouldn’t, you don’t —”

“And I’m so sure you’re just bursting with excitement to have to share a hump with your pathetic little brother who has no beard and is a spare and is just exactly your idea of who you’d like to take to some haunted sex ritual.”

It was then, Fili believed but couldn’t be sure, that the black-void-entity still hovering next to them sighed impatiently.

“Don’t say that,” Fili muttered awkwardly. “You know I hate that. You’re not a spare . Not to me.”

“Well then… stop torturing yourself over what you think you’re doing to me. We’re here, looks like we’re the chosen ones… let’s just… do it.”

They shared a hesitant moment before Kili warily stepped around the mass of floating black to approach the altar.

“Ugh, this looks like the least comfortable place for a fuck,” he grumbled, and Fili shook his head at the audacity on display in his brother that he should still have the gall to complain.

“Ew, what is this…? For Durin’s sake,” his brother scowled as he dipped a finger into the bowl Fili had previously noticed and rubbed his fingers together to inspect the substance.

To ease your joining, young one. Now proceed, for I have indulged your cowardly hesitation long enough.

The smoke faded into nothing, but neither of the princes was foolish enough to believe the thing had actually left . They could still feel the heavy, unpleasant presence whether or not it was visible.

Fili rubbed the back of his neck, nerves like he had never known before kept him rooted to the spot while his brother continued to inspect the profane structure.

“Well, I don’t suppose it’s, uh, I mean, you’re the elder and um… the future king. I suppose… I should…”

“Should what?” Fili blurted.

“Take… the um… su-su, hm,” he cleared his throat as a blush rose high on his cheeks. “The submissive… position. Right?”

“I don’t —”

“Yeah, okay. That should work. I’ll just… should I get all the way undressed, or —”

FIli couldn’t take this anymore one way or another, and since there was no getting out of it, he needed to take action. He couldn’t leave his brother to shoulder this responsibility entirely.

“Sit,” Fili said firmly, though he didn’t feel an ounce of the confidence that his voice feigned. Kili immediately sat atop the “seat” and looked up at his brother with wide, trusting eyes. “Just follow my instructions.”

Fili knelt before his brother and placed his hands on his knees and gently pulled them apart, keeping his eyes on Kili’s face for any sign of distress. He inhaled shapely when Fili slowly slid his hands up his thighs and unclasped the buckle of his trousers.

“Okay?” FIli asked.

Kili swallowed hard and nodded. He ran his tongue across his lips and Fili was suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to do the same. Slowly, very slowly, he leaned forward and pointedly looked at Kili’s lips before looking back up at his warm, brown eyes for permission. The slightest nod of affirmation, and Fili closed the distance between them at the same time he cupped his brother’s length.

His brother’s very hard length. Fili didn’t have time to think about that as Kili gasped against his mouth and he took the opportunity to taste him, finally . His naddith groaned and gave as good as he got, reaching up to grip Fili’s mane and pull him closer, caressing his tongue with his own with enthusiasm and more skill than Fili couldn’t account for. He stroked his brother firmly but slowly, gathering precum at the tip of his cock to smear along the length. He wanted to look at him, see him hard and weeping and even better yet, swallow him down, but he couldn’t. Whatever mind tricks Kili had played on himself to get his body to play along wouldn’t pass for tricks from Fili if he let his guard down. It would be obvious he wanted Kili.

That thing had all but revealed his secret, but his brother had obviously been too panicked to understand what it was saying.

This was the thing he’d wanted more than anything - more than his uncle’s approval or even his mother’s love, and yes, even more than Erebor. To be able to have it, but not … to taste it but not be allowed to swallow, to have his brother under him but only by the force of their circumstances, never to happen again… it was torture.

“S-stop, stop, Fili —” Kili suddenly broke the kiss and pulled back and Fili recoiled as if he’d been burned. This was it, Fili had crossed the line, Kili couldn’t bear it —

“Don’t make me come before you. But please,” Kili panted, “don’t stop.”

Fili swallowed and furrowed his brow but nodded, dumbfounded. What were they doing ? Had this creature done something to make Kili want it?

Burning with internal heat, Fili tore off his leathers while Kili did the same. Fili helped him pull off his boots and tried not to feel like a creep for looking at his brother the way he was. With just their linen tunics between them now, Kili slowly reclined fully against the stone, while Fili hovered above him.

“I-I need,” Fili fumbled to say, “the uh… I need to… stretch you, so it won’t… so I don’t…”

Kili nodded and looked away as he spread his legs apart. A wave of dizziness almost threatened to overwhelm him as Fili tried with all his might not to see his beloved brother, hard and panting, spread out underneath him. He was there, right there, he couldn’t not see him, but he wasn’t allowed. This wasn’t allowed .

Trembling, he reached up to the bowl and drenched three fingers in the slippery fluid. He eased himself between his brother’s thighs, spreading him even further before Fili than before and took as steadying breath as he placed a finger at the furl of his entrance.

“Try to relax and push against my finger. It might sting and when it does, try to breathe and relax every muscle as much as possible. Don’t try to be brave, tell me if I hurt you immediately. Do you understand?”

“ Yes uncle ,” Kili snarked and the comment worked to break some of the tension between them. Fili rolled his eyes and leaned over to kiss his silly naddith on the forehead before returning to his lips. Kili again gasped against his mouth when Fili began circling the tight bud with more intention, and he distracted him with more deep, lingering kisses for several long minutes as he eased the first finger in. By the gods he wished he could tell Kili how beautiful he was when he threw his head back and whined, but he settled instead for drawing more noises of pleasure from him by kissing and licking and nibbling along the pale flesh offered. The second finger required even more distraction, and Fili trailed his hungry mouth down his brother’s sternum and teased and sucked his nipples until he was loose enough to accommodate Fili thrusting and stretching his digits inside his tight clench. Fili only wrapped his hand around his hard length again when he finally slid in a third finger, and Kili simultaneously begged for him to wait, please wait, but don’t ever stop, please more.

Kili held his own legs up and apart for his brother as Fili lined his neglected cock up with his brother’s wet, spasming hole. With a sense of dismay, Fili realized he would think about this moment every time he took someone to bed for the rest of his life.

“Please, Fili,” Kili pleaded, tears gathering in the corner of his eyes. What he was begging for Fili couldn’t really know, or refused to believe. He took another breath and pressed forward into his brother’s virgin entrance and tried not to lose himself entirely to the tight, hot, embrace of his baby brother’s body. Kili went utterly still beneath him, eyes fixed on Fili’s in what looked like wonder. The sound of his breath leaving him as Fili bottomed out was exquisite, and suddenly Kili was pulling at him, clawing at his shirt and trying to wrap his legs around his older brother’s thick trunk unsuccessfully. Fili steadied Kili’s hips, mindful not to hurt him while Kili strained against him in a rush to seek whatever he was seeking.

“Kili, what are you —”

“Ungh, oh gods, please, please, move naddith, please —”

“Shh, shh, stay still. I’ll give it to you, I promise, just lay still.” If he continued to squirm like that, Fili was going to come, and fast. No matter what Kili said, there was no way Fili was letting himself come first. Kili trembled beneath him but stopped his frantic movements, and Fili slowly pulled out, then slowly thrust back in. Kili groaned and dropped his head back against the stone again, and Fili took the opportunity to bury himself in his brother’s neck, nearly bending the younger in half. Kili didn’t complain and only rolled his hips in time to meet Fili’s next slow thrust, and he cried out brokenly and squeezed his thighs against Fili’s sides as a result of the coordination.

“Fuck, Fili, oh fuck, fuck —”

“Kili, oh gods, naddith, oh fuck —”

“Feels good, Fee, fuck it feels so good. More, more, fuck me harder Fili, please —”

“Ah!” Fili said in surprise, both at what his little brother had just said, but also at how his hips kicked forward of their own volition to deliver a much rougher thrust than he’d yet given.

“Yes! Fuck yes please! Please Fili, please —”

Fili couldn’t take it anymore. He pushed himself up on his hands and delivered several hard thrusts that sent his brother’s voice into the trees and sky. “Fili! Oh gods, I’m gonna come, fuck, please, please Fili just come inside of me, please come inside of me, please —”

Fili was falling before he could stop himself and he leaned over and sank his teeth into Kili’s shoulder, delivering thrusts that sent Kili sliding up the stone so that his head hung over the other side, licking the bright red marks in apology.

“Yes Kili fuck yes ah ah AH KILI —”

Fili relished the feeling of hot, wet seed and his brother’s nails tearing the flesh down his back as he came harder than he could ever remember coming before in his life. As his brother had demanded, he spilled himself inside his naddith, growling and groaning against the abused flesh of his little brother’s shoulder as the pleasure of his orgasm was ripped from his loins, and the evidence of it flooded Kili’s passage.

Almost immediately the atmosphere changed. Rays of dawn light broke through the clouds and the air felt warmer, and less malevolent. Kili blinked and shared his awareness, paying more attention now to their changing surroundings than the fact that Fili was still inside of him.

Carefully and with far more gentleness than he’d ever let Kili witness him showing, Fili pulled out and dutifully helped his little brother wipe himself clean. They both dressed in silence, not bothering to address the situation or ask where the thing had gone. They turned their backs to the altar to rearrange their clothing, and once they turned back around, it was gone. The trees were close again, and there was a clear path back to the edge of the forest.

Stranger still than all these happenings was that Dwalin and Thorin were waiting for them by their campsite when they returned, a deer, a boar, and two bags full of quail between them. They welcome Kili and Fili back as if nothing at all was amiss.

When Fili tried to question them about what had happened, and had begun to tell the tale of what they had been through (just up to the point of encountering the entity , and no further), Thorin and Dwalin looked at them both with so much concern that Fili and Kili eventually dropped it, and played it off as a bad joke. Fili could never really be sure, because perhaps this was how his uncle had meant it to happen. Or, perhaps, the entity had removed Thorin and Dwalin’s memory of the rite entirely. It had said that the rite would no longer be required if Fili did as it asked.

As for him and Kili, they eventually sorted it out. Any closer inspection of the event on either of their sides made clear that the longing had never been one sided. Despite it all amounting to having a shag on an eerie alter in front of a shadowy figure, they hadn’t had a bad time, really. As for the path it had set them on, sitting on the throne many years later with his beloved brother by his side as consort, Fili could only be strangely grateful for it all.

#GF’sTrickorTreat2023 #gatheringfiki #fili/kili #durincest #sibling incest #dead dove do not eat #event submission #smutty smut smut

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lindariellanthir · 9 months

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MORE Kili/Thorin by lanimalu

#AAAAAAAAAAA #😭💕#Yeah I'm in a Thorin/Kili mood today #Guess who's responsible for that #Durincest #thorin/kili #the hobbit #Gorgeous art by #lanimalu #(Not mine obviously!)

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i-am-still-bb · 5 months

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Last January I started working on this challenge. It had a handful of prompts for each month with the goal being to create content for your OTP(s) each month.

I started on January’s prompt (First Kiss) and never finished it. I wrote some for June’s prompt (First Vacation), but didn’t finish.

But I’m nearing the end of January’s prompt fill (currently 3k words) and I mean to carry this challenge over in to next year because I did/do have ideas for almost all the months! Some of them are part of my greater AUs, but some were stand alone ideas, or part of new AUs.

#sharing this to help keep myself accountable #bb writes #year of the otp #fili/kili #fiki #durincest #I’m still working on finishing whumptober #and then I’m working on a holiday gift #and a story for GF’s 12 days of Christmas #so lots of irons in the fire right now #oh #and working on finishing up How We Live Now

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buttered-my-biscuits · 9 months

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Y’all, let’s fuel some fires 🔥 and give our writers some recognition!

Drop your favorite Explicit/Mature Durincest fics/Drabble/Oneshots/Etc. (Can even be your own!)

Let’s get this party started 🍻🍾🎉

#the hobbit #allll the tags #fili/kili #fili/kili/thorin #fili x kili #fili x kili x thorin #durincest #hobbit fanfic

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alwaysfarawayeyes · 1 year

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Ripped apart Chapter 8 posted

I just posted chapter 8 of my ongoing Fíli/Kíli fic on AO3.

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#Fíli/Kíli #fili/kili #fiki #durincest

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marigoldvance · 2 years

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The Erebor Project ~ sneak peek:

FíKí - M

Well, Kíli thought, it couldn’t get any worse than this, surely.

He hoisted himself from the ground, the muscles in his back protesting, and scanned the area carefully for a clue as to when he might’ve tumbled into. Behind him, a tight groan rumbled through the quiet, but he paid it no mind, more invested in figuring out his current predicament than lending a hand to the person who'd dragged him into this mess in the first place.

Trees and dirt and air that smelt too clean.

His eyes narrowed.

“You should’ve told me.” Kíli said, falsely conversational, as soon as he’d determined there was nothing about that would help him put the pieces together.

“S’not my fault you were late.” Fíli answered, voice strained as he picked himself up, lumbering to his feet like a groggy bear. “Would’ve had plenty of time if you’d—”

Kíli’s chin fell to his chest, shoulders squared, fingertips dug into his hips lest he be persuaded to swing around and strangle his brother. “Are you really trying to blame this on me?”

“If the shoe fits,” Fíli shrugged, patting down his front for any wounds that may have needed attention. There weren’t any, never were, the process as precise as it was obnoxious and disorienting.

Before the last syllable had a chance to settle between them, Kíli spun around on his heel and marched toward Fíli, accusatory finger already pointed. He looked dangerous, snarling like a wild beast, and Fíli had to bite his lip to keep himself from smiling.

“You can’t possibly think that this is in any way my fault!” Kíli gritted out, jabbing his finger into Fíli’s sternum. “I was exactly where I was supposed to be at exactly the time you asked me to be there! If anyone was late, you raging hard-on, it was YOU!”

Throughout his tirade, he’d poked his finger into Fíli’s flesh with increasing aggression, punctuating his final word with the force of a battering-ram and shoving Fíli back a step.

He felt Fíli’s grip swallow the shape of his hand when they were nose-to-nose, and then Kíli felt a pressure at his hip, and a tug, and suddenly he was flush against Fíli, glaring into mocking baby-blues that blurred slightly in their closeness.

“You’re a menace.” Kíli grumbled as he tried to wrench himself free.

Fíli tilted his head from side to side as if weighing Kíli’s insult, but his expression remained playful. Which only served to irritate Kíli further, because who the hell did Fíli think he was!?

#FiKi #Fili/Kili #Durincest #Fili #Kili #The Hobbit #photoset #photoset by MarigoldVance #writing #my writing #snippet #sneak peek #i shall be giving away nothing #mwuahahahaha #but just be aware that this project is to help get me back into writesies #so it may turn out to be like the Harlequin AU #just a ramble of oneshots set in the same 'verse #so uhhh K BYE

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incest shippers get the hell out of character tags challenge

#i dont need to see durincest shit first thing in the morning get outta here with your gross fucking kinks

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linane-art · 6 months

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Isca Silurum - Additional Scenes - Chapter 6: Taxes

If you haven't read it already, you will need to read the Isca core story first, for this to make sense. And then there is the rest of Additional Scenes, if it tickles your fancy.

It's so nice to be returning to my little imp of a Fili and his long-suffering Roman wife husband <3 I've missed them.

MY OTHER WRITING

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Kili was watching a particularly ripe, sweet orange be savagely slaughtered with a knife and sucked out one quarter at a time, instead of being peeled and separated into segments, like a civilised person might eat it.

It hasn't even been two days since Kili received his latest consignment of supplies from home and while he could genuinely say that he enjoyed introducing Fili to the 'exotic' foods of his homeland, it had to also be said that Fili was an enthusiastic, ah, introducee. Indeed, he grazed rather successfully on all the new, weird and wonderful foods that arrived in his lands from the far-flung corners of the Empire.

The pomegranates were already running low, walnuts were fast disappearing, and Kili had to order that his beloved grapes be rationed and restricted only to the rooms where Kili was actually present. He had a servant follow after him to move the damn thing, whenever Kili himself forgot.

At least the peaches were safe, Kili reminded himself.

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GatheringFiKi - Events Calendar 2024

By popular demand, we present to you our best laid plans for the upcoming months!

10th of February 2024 - Kink + H/C Bingos - Announcement

17th of February 2024 - Kink + H/C Bingos - Cards posted, Collections open

17th of Feb - 17th of Mar 2024 - Kink + H/C Bingos - Stories/art posted

30th of March 2024 - AUpocalypse - Announcement

30th of March - 28th of April 2024 - AUpocalypse - Stories/art posted

18th of May 2024 - FiKi Week - Announcement (Themes/Prompts)

22nd - 28th of June 2024 - FiKi Week - Stories/art posted

27th of July 2024 - Drabble Challenge 8 - Announcement

3rd - 4th of August 2024 - Drabble Challenge 8

24th of August 2024 - Durin’s Day Gift Exchange - Announcement (min. 10 people sign up, otherwise it won't run)

24th - 31st of August 2024 - Durin’s Day Gift Exchange - Sign-ups

31st of August 2024 - Durin’s Day Gift Exchange - Pairs announced

3rd of October 2024 - Durin’s Day Gift Exchange - Works are due

12th of October 2024 - Trick or Treat - Announcement

19th - 31st of October 2024 - Trick or Treat - Prompts available

16th of November 2024 - 12 Days of Christmas - Announcement, Photosets available

13th - 24th of December 2024 - 12 Days of Christmas - Photosets/stories/art posted

A few comments, to give context to the calendar above:

There will be fewer events in 2024 than in our peak periods, but more than we thought there would be! We've gone by the Survey, to ensure all the top-scoring ones make an appearance in 2024.

However, next year we will try to mix it up and re-visit some of the events that didn't make it this year, or some new ones. Except 12 Days of Christmas and the FiKi Week - those are a given.

If you are into Britchell/Mitchers, please be aware that there is also the Britchell Tumblr organising events related to that pairing. Go, check them out. We've tried to make sure that the events don't clash - which is why we have some gaps.

Our sidebar on GatheringFiKi has been updated accordingly with links to this calendar and latest events. ;)

Hope this helps! Stay tuned for further details in due course :)

~gatheringfiki

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fortheloveofdeaddove · 9 months

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ForTheLoveOfDeadDove's The Hobbit "Dark" Smut Rec List Part 1

Thank you @lindariellanthir for being so supportive and encouraging. This rec list is dedicated to our mutual shared enthusiasm. 😈

This smut rec list is primarily made up of DARK, dead dove, smut fics. That includes things like Durincest, dubcon/noncon, underage, etc. Skedaddle if that is not your thing.

If you take the time to read any of these, please leave a kudos or comment for the author. EVERY ONE OF THESE FICS are from 2012-2015. There's nothing better than dusting off a rare tome and reminding the author that their old works are still loved.

Every fic on here is explicit in rating and sourced from Ao3 unless otherwise stated.

Coveted by DurinsPrinces - 1 /4 chapters - Fíli is called to discuss his lessons with Thorin. Needless to say, they find something far more interesting to talk about.

Content: Thorin/Fili, underage, freak-nasty sex all around, Durincest

FTLODD's review: When I say this is hands down the best smut I've ever read, I freaking mean it. It all comes down to the tension that is brilliantly portrayed between nephew and uncle. Though technically incomplete, we are gifted with - as the author states - '13k of pure garbage' (one man's trash, so on and so forth). It works as a stand alone just fine. Guh, it just turns me to goo.

In Which Kili Makes A Good Choice by hasbean - 2 chapters - A fill for the glorious Hobbit Kink Meme; Thorin was Kili's first.

Content: Thorin/Kili, Thorin/Fili, coming of age, Thorin being a good uncle, Durincest

FTLODD's review: One of my favorite tropes, Thorin ceremonially beds his nephews in a coming-of-age ritual. This is tender as well as hot, and we get the bonus content of a flashback to Fili's coming-of-age in the second chapter as well.

You wouldn't think about sending them home... by Miralana - 1 chapter - There is an edge to Thorin's movements every time he lays his mouth or his hands on Kíli, and Kíli knows that his uncle would hate nothing more than to see him get hurt or killed.

Content: Thorin/Kili, tension, Durincest

FTLODD's review: THE TENSION. Pent up Thorin does it for me, what can I say. The smut is fantastic.

Private Night by twodwarves_oneeagle - 1 chapter -Written for the prompt: I want Kili in Thorin’s lap, riding him. Make it as filthy as possible, anon.

Content: Thorin/Kili, needy/desperate Kili, surprise voyeurism, Durincest

FTLODD's review: What I love most about this fic is the surprise little tender ending, smutty as it is.

If I Have Given Offense by pherede - 1 chapter - Kili commits a grave transgression, and by the ancient laws of the Dwarves he must be punished. Durincest, dubcon, bondage, humiliation, public sex.

Content: Dark, Durincest, dubcon, bondage, humiliation, public sex

FTLODD's review: I obviously ADORE sex-world-building, and this fic hits all the right notes in that regard. It's twisted from start to finish.

Beginnings and Odd Endings by Book_of_Kells - Chapter 5 - First Night AU - Dark Thorin and angry Sigrid.... Lots of sex.

Content: Dub-con/non-con/rape, primae noctis, Dark-Fuck-King Thorin

FTLODD's review: I FOUND IT I CAN'T BELIEVE I FOUND IT I FOUND THE PRIMAE NOCTIS FIC!!!! Written from Sigrid's point of view, her struggle with bowing to tradition but ultimately enjoying what Thorin does to her is JUST *chef's kiss*. And the potential paternity implication at the end is a delicious cherry on top. This is dark smut at it's finest.

A Moment More by pherede - 1 chapter - Finally in the safety of Beorn's home, omega Fili goes into heat. Fortunately Dwalin is there to take care of him.vExcept that Dwalin is an aggressive, experienced alpha who wants everything Fili has to give. And Fili has a lot to learn. If only his inexperience weren't exactly what Dwalin likes most...

Content: Dwalin/Fili, omegaverse dynamics, omega heats, sex as torture lol

FTLODD's review: Poor, poor Fili. Like watching a lion toy with a mouse. You may be noticing a theme with tension going on here... By the time you're done reading this, you will feel as exhausted as Fili, but in a very good way, just like Fili.

I Will Do The Honors by orphan_account - 1 chapter - You can make yourself at home away from the camp, if need be." The voice of Gandalf interrupts Bilbo's instinctive day dreams about his front possibly being pressed up against a tree and one of the more muscular, larger Dwarves in the company crowding against him from behind. Oh, that would just be lovely…

Content: Bagginshield, omegaverse dynamics, heats, Thorin is an asshole and it's sexy

FTLODD's review: One of my favorites, what can I say. Thorin is a prick, but Bilbo is fucking sassy, and it's all very hot. Enjoy.

Possession by bluehawthorn - 1 chapter - Bard arrives at Erebor and is met with a version of Thorin he is very much unused to. Fill for kink meme prompt: AU where only Dwarves have A/B/O dynamics. Established Thorin/Bard. Normally, Bard tops. But when alpha-Thorin goes to rut, he tops the hell out of very confused Bard. non-con, dub-con is fine. ++++ knotting!

Content: Rare-pair Thorin/Bard, knotting cycles, ruts

FTLODD's review: Honestly this could go on a regular smut list because it's not so much noncon/dubcon as much as it's like.... surprise!con. Bard's totally into it. Nevertheless, it's hot as hell, and next to Thorin/Ori, this is my favorite rare pair.

Goldlust by twodwarves_oneeagle - 1 chapter - After defeating Smaug and taking back Erebor, Thorin claims what is his.

Content: Bagginshield, Rough sex

FTLODD's review: Without the fic explicitly stating it, I consider this to be a quintessential Dragon-sickness smut fic. It literally doesn't mention it anywhere, it just screams it in my opinion.

Playing Favorites by waldorph - 1 chapter - In which Thorin is pretty sure he's getting it, and Kili knows better.

Content: Thorin/Kili, Durincest, bratty Kili, pent up Thorin

FTLODD's review: This one just makes me blush throughout. Thorin fighting his base urges but ultimately giving in is a kink I have, okay?

That's all for now, but DEFINITELY not all. Stay tuned for more recs!

#the hobbit dark smut fic rec list #smut rec list #durincest rec list #the hobbit dead dove rec list #Thorin/Kili #Thorin/Fili #Thorin/Bard #Thorin/Sigrid #Dwalin/Fili #Thorin/Bilbo #Bagginshield #Thilbo #omegaverse #durincest

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Art by Nabi3 on DeviantArt

#Waah 💚💛🤍#Beautifulll #They're both so cute #And comfy #This is radiating happiness #Durincest #fiki #fili/kili #fili #kili #the hobbit #Nabi3

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No. 28

“We might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now.” | Bloody Knife | Sacrifice | “You'll have to go through me.”

Pairing: Fili/Kili Rating: T Universe: Book Words: 2066

A/N: I haven't read The Hobbit in quite a while, so the sequence of events and the timing between them, etc. may not be accurate to the book.

The tunnel smelled strongly of dragon. Kili had not been expecting the smell. Fire? Yes. Claws? Yes. The smell? Absolutely not. It was like rotting meat and overturned earth. There was also the smell of smoke, but he had been expecting that smell. And it was not the main thing that you could smell.

Everyone had laid out their bedrolls along the passage way. They were uncomfortable being too far from the hidden door and the crack of light that let in fresh air and a little bit of day light, but the exposure of it made them uncomfortable as well. And if they went deeper into the tunnel then they were closer to the opening that lead them into the throne room where Smaug lay curled on his hoard of gold while brooding and plotting. So they were situated nearly half way to between the two ends.

They had to be quiet because any sound they made echoed down the tunnel. A kicked stone, a hissed curse made them all freeze. Waiting. Listening. To see if Smaug had heard them, if they were moments from discovery. When there was no rumbling or glow of fire they would relax enough to lay down or return to whatever hushed conversation they were having.

Desiring some privacy there was some distance between different groups of them. Bifur, Bofur, and Bombur all sat together, talking, and sleeping as a group, while Oin and Gloin were bunked down with Ori, Nori, and Dori.

Fili and Kili had set up their bedrolls some distance away from the others. Bombur snored and neither Fili nor Kili could sleep well if they were still awake when Bombur fell asleep.

Right now they were all waiting for Bilbo to come back with word about what he had seen and heard in the throne room. Some were sleeping, but Fili was slowly but steadily sharpening his swords, knives, and axes. They all started on his right side. And, when sharpened, he would set them down on his left. He was nearly done with the small pile by this point.

“What do you think is going to happen?” Kili asked.

Fili’s hand paused its continuous motion. “I don’t know, Kili.” He started running the whetstone down the length of the sword again. “There’s still a dragon to kill, so I imagine there will be fighting at some point.

Kili sat down and scooted so that his back was against the smooth stone wall. He was impressed with the care that his ancestors had taken with crafting even this small hallway that was not meant to be used by many. They could have easily left rough edges, and an uneven floor, but Kili had looked and had been unable to find anything that could cause you to trip in the dark, or a chip in the wall that could slice open a finger as you felt your way along. He could not help but compare it to the halls of Ered Luin. He missed those halls. He had longed for their rough warmth more than once in the past months. But Erebor was something else entirely. If they were successful. If they reclaimed the mountain then things would not be the same. And there were bound to be good ways, but also bad ways.

He probably would not get to see those halls again. Amad would travel with the rest of their kin to Erebor to take up residence in the halls of their fathers.

“Do you think that there are enough of us?” Kili asked hesitantly. “We’ve never fought in a battle. Thorin, Dwalin, and Balin did, but that was a long time ago.”

“Gandalf seemed to think that fourteen was the right number.”

Kili hummed.

“What do you think it will be like if we do manage to evict Smaug the Terrible?”

“I think there will be a lot of work at first,” Fili replied.

Kili nodded and watched Fili’s hands continue their work while he spoke.

“Obviously there will be a lot of cleaning to do, repairs to be carried out, furnishings, dealing with the hoard of treasure won’t be the least of all those tasks. I imagine Thorin is going to want the Arkenstone found as quickly as possible.”

“The Right to Rule.”

Fili nodded. “Then there will be dealing with the land around the mountain. Sorting out what to do with the ruins of Dale. Then there will be the political aspects of it all, Lake Town, the Elves of Mirkwood, and anyone else who lives nearby.”

“What about us?”

“I imagine we’ll be busy.”

“Yeah…” Kili trailed off, trying to think of how to phrase what he wanted to ask. What about them? What about their futures? Clearly living here was going to be very different from living in Ered Luin. There would be a great deal more pressure, a lot more expectations, more people watching and commenting on their actions.

What about marriage?

Kili had never really thought about that before and, therefore, had not been bothered by the prospect of either of them marrying. But now, with Erebor, nearly within their grasp, the thought bothered him. Fili had been just his for so long. And the prospect of having to share Fili with another, much less multiple others of Fili had children with whomever he married, was… discomforting.

“That’s not really what I—” Kili started to say.

He was distracted by Bilbo running down the corridor at full sprint, his cheeks pink, and he was breathing heavily. Everyone took notice, some standing up, others remaining seated, but their attention was clearly fixed on Kili.

“What’s happened?” Thorin demanded.

Bilbo was bent nearly double, hands on his knees while he fought to catch his breath.

“Smaug…” he gasped.

“Figured that much,” Dwalin growled.

Bilbo saw the sliver of light at the end of the tunnel where the door was still propped open. “We should close the door.”

“What! Why?” Many of them exclaimed at once.

Then they all heard the rumble and rush of wind as Smaug took flight via the main gate. They all looked at one another, their eyes wide with fear and surprise. Smaug had not left the mountain in nearly 60 years, or so they had heard.

“Please shut the door,” Bilbo pleaded. “I fear that he will see it and know where we are.”

“But then we will be trapped in the mountain!”

“With no way out!”

“We’ll be stuck in here with Smaug until we either starve or he eats us.”

“Please!” Bilbo repeated. “You were not there—”

“Shut the door,” Thorin ordered.

“But,” Nori started to protest.

“Now,” Thorin barked.

Dwalin and a few others went to the door and managed to heave it back into place. It closed with a sharp crack. And they were left in complete darkness. Kili had thought the air had been close, thick, and stuffy before, but without the fresh air and light from the outside it quickly became worse.

They all stood in silence in the pitch black. Kili had never been comfortable with this level of darkness. He knew his eyes would eventually adjust and he would be able to see a little, but it had nothing to do with sunlight, starlight, or moonlight. And Bilbo’s eyes would not adjust to the same level, he would be left in the pitch black darkness of the pungent tunnel.

The roar was closer.

Then the earth shook.

Kili grabbed for Fili’s shoulder.

“Kili?”

“I’m okay,” but Kili’s voice shook. There was the distinctive sound of metal on metal while Fili quickly returned all of his weapons to their sheaths. Fili knew each weapon by touch and worked quickly.

The earth shook again. This time knocking some of them from their feet. Kili caught himself on the smooth wall.

“Away from the door!” Thorin shouted.

There was the unmistakable sound of stone cracking.

The plink of small stones that preceded a landslide.

Fili dragged Kili down the tunnel by the placket of his borrowed jerkin. There was the metallic sound of at least one of Fili’s weapons being left behind on the floor of the tunnel as they ran. Kili was nearly jerked from his feet by Fili’s speed even before the next earthquake hit. The earth shook so violently that none of them were able to remain standing.

“Keep moving!” Fili’s voice came from behind Kili, though how he had ended up there was a mystery.

“I’m trying,” Kili said before the moving earth pitched him sideways and then forward on to his face. Fili’s hands were on him, checking. “I’m not hurt,” Kili assured him, answering the silent question.

Then it stopped. As quickly as the earthquakes began they ended.

��Is everyone accounted for?” Thorin shouted from the front.

“More or less,” Bofur grumbled.

“Yes.”

“But we lost any of the supplies that we had brought inside.”

Everyone was present and accounted for and other than bumps and bruises, and a bloodied nose everyone was uninjured.

“What exactly happened with Smaug?” someone demanded of Bilbo

And Bilbo told them.

… Smaug sticking his head in the hole

… the fire he had unleashed that had singged the back of Bilbo’s calves.

A few of the dwarves went to check on the tunnel’s entrance. But it was thoroughly gone. Everything had been smashed and there was the scent of smoke even though there had been nothing to burn anywhere near the door.

Kili wondered if dragon fire could melt solid rock. And he wished Gandalf was there, because he would probably know the answer.

“That’s just great,” Nori grumbled. “We’re trapped between a cave in and a pissed off dragon who is interested in what Hobbit tastes like and is still willing to eat Dwarf even though he’s tired of it.”

“We’ll stay here and wait,” Thorin said authoritatively, interrupting any discontented grumbling. “Smaug might not come back. If he does not then we will find our way out through the treasure chamber.”

“And if he does come back?”

Thorin did not answer.

They all settled down in the dark, overly warm tunnel to wait.

“What were you going to say before?” Fili whispered. The tunnel echoed at this point, and the sound of the others’ breathing filled their ears along with the rumble of Bombur’s snoring, and Bofur’s cursing when he woke his brother every few minutes only for him to fall back to sleep shortly after waking. And then shortly after falling asleep he would start snoring again.

Kili shook his head. “I’ll tell you later.”

“We might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now.”

Kili swallowed hard. Then he reached for Fili in the dark. He could now see the outlines of Fili’s face, the broad gestures of his features in the dark. And the longer they were underground without any light, the more detailed his sight would become.

“I just… I…” Kili struggled to find the words.

Fili did not say anything. He listened and waited.

“I…”

Fili squeezed Kili’s knee. Kili covered Fili’s hand with his own.

“I love you,” Kili said so quietly that he could barely hear his own words over the sound of his own heart beating.

“I love you, too.” Fili replied.

“Not like that—” Kili started to explain.

“I know.”

“You do?”

Kili could see the line of Fili’s jaw and his quick smile, and the glint of his eyes when he looked past Kili for a second.

Fili kissed him then.

Kili made a small surprised sound before he could stop himself. Fili’s lips were warm and soft, but there was a pressure to the kiss, and urgency. Fili’s beard rasped against Kili’s skin. Kili moved his hands to keep Fili close. He had stopped thinking full sentences or even anything coherent the moment that Fili’s tongue touched his lower lip. His fingers caught Fili's braids, tugging and tangling them.

“Like that?” Fili asked on an exhale when they parted.

Kili nodded and took a deep breath. “Like that.”

Fili dropped his head forward so their foreheads were touching.

Fili started to speak then, his fingers dancing on the neckline of Kili’s shirt. But his words were interrupted by Thorin starting to rouse the company. It had been a night and most of a day. It was time to move.

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