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Absolutely, dear! Hope you’re doing better now.

The Cottage, the Husbands by Dragonsquill

This [series] is made up entirely of self-indulgent ineffable husbands fluff. A demon and an angel fall in love and decide to take on the monumental task of living together in a cottage by the sea.

Lyrics in His Fingertips (Fullsize)

There were lyrics in Kíli’s fingertips, a swell of adoration as they curled around the sleek fur and tugged it down.  His lips were parted, his eyes dark and intense, the callouses on his palms catching on Fíli’s skin in juxtaposition to the soft blankets.  Fíli started to reach for him (wanted to touch, needed to touch), but a minute shake of Kíli’s head stopped him.

“Fíli,” Kíli breathed, and Fíli had never felt more humbled or more empowered in his life. “I just want to touch you.”

----- Heirs of Durin by Dragonsquill

18 hrs, under 20 layers.

This is what happens when I let myself draw whatever my heart wants and not what my mind thinks should be next. I'm going through a phase. A phase called 'all of Fili's pleasure'. I expect it will last.

Playlass - Kili Edition - Pages 6 and 7 (Fullsize)

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"With me." (Fullsize)

He watched as Fíli’s body took him in, watched the shift of Fíli’s thighs and the peace in Fíli’s eyes as Kíli lifted his hips and Fíli pressed down to take him deeper.  Watched and worried, wanting this to be only good for Fíli, only perfect.

He had changed, in these weeks and months, from the self-centered boy of Lake-town, the reckless child of the Mirkwood.  He had become an adult, worthy to love a king.

“With me,” Fíli said, and he leaned down to kiss him, slow press of lips and a tangle of tongues, a moan passing from his mouth to Kíli’s as it shifted Kíli deep inside.

------- Your Heart Pounding, Chapter 21 by Dragonsquill

A week and a half, 75 layers.

Look at this bae I have, that dragonsquill has sent me!

I’ve had him for about a year now and I was meant to take photos of him for ages, honest! He usually guards my flat keys, but today he’s having a day off to have some measurements taken and curl up under the duvet with me (this is because yesterday there was a storm at night and the sweetest Heirs cuddles conversation was being had)

Look at how majestic he looks, surveying his lands~ With his little blue lion squishy. <3

HAVE YOUR HEARTS MELTED YET?

Bilbo Baggins was a Hobbit who worked diligently to appear as normal and un-extraordinary as the other Hobbits of Shire.

His traditional smial was kept clean and tidy, his larder was always full, and he took time every day to putter a bit in his garden.  This last was only for show, as the glory of his garden had nothing to do with Bilbo, but instead was the work of his friend and gardener, Hamfast Gamgee.  Had Bilbo been left in charge, everything would have died within a week.  Hamfast was a creature of both knowledge and magic, as far as Bilbo was concerned.

His dress, too, was Hobbity, bright colored vests and trousers that left his handsome feet bare.  He was, in fact, rather well dressed, being a gentle hobbit of some means and willing to spend fair coin on good clothing.  The tailor in town was fond of him because he generally allowed the woman to do as she pleased; he was certainly no expert on fashion.

His disguise was so well crafted that his fellow Hobbits actually found Bilbo rather dull.  A homebody, they called him, and tragically set on being a bachelor, despite being more than of age and fielding a number of offers in his 30's.  Old Baggins, they called him, for his regular and uninteresting habits, though he was not yet even fifty.

What none of Bilbo Baggins's neighbors knew, because he saw to it and they didn’t, was that in the back most bedroom of Bilbo’s home, in one of the two rooms his parents had built for visiting Dúnedain, Bilbo had a computer system of such sleek complexity that it alone held more power than the single government computer tucked away in Buckland.

Shire was a planet that lived in the past.  Hobbits had abandoned technological advancement in their industrial age, choosing caring for their planet over building industry.  As a result, theirs was a quaint agriculture society, mired in history and tradition, pointedly ignoring an interstellar community that seemed to argue over every tiny detail.

The other races travelled the galaxy as they wished – the numerous if short-lived Atani, the mysterious and isolationist Elves, the ship-bound Khazad, even the Orcs who lurked at the edge of Ardan space.  The Hobbits knew of these other races because of the Tooks, the only group of Hobbits who had the curiosity to welcome their first interstellar visitors several hundred years previous.  

Bilbo Baggins, owner of a secret computer system, was half Took.

Their protective isolation was ensured by their closest neighbors, the Dúnedain, who had taken on caring for the Hobbits centuries earlier. Exactly why this was, modern Hobbits didn’t know.  It was simply accepted that the strangely long-living Atani would always provide Rangers in orbit and planet-side so that the Hobbits could focus on maintaining their simple way of life.

The Dúnedain had brought to Shire clean energy and farming implements, and in return, did some limited dealing with the rest of the galaxy on Shire's behalf.   Shire pipeweed and fine wooden handicrafts were in demand throughout the Arda.   To facilitate this, one computer and communications system was built (in Buckland, lest any future Tooks be tempted to go too far; Bucklanders were reasonable, solid folk) and two satellites placed in orbit by the Dúnedain. A small group of Hobbits manned the communications relay; beyond that, the vast majority of Hobbits went about their lives as if they were the only beings in the universe.

But putting the communications system in Buckland hadn't been enough to stop one Took - Bilbo's mother, Belladonna, who became official envoy to the Dúnedain Rangers at the tender age of forty, and never looked back.

It was her mysterious friend Gandalf who merrily sneaked in her first small system, and by the time of her death, Belladonna had built, with the softly amused assistance of her husband, a computer system that connected her to worlds across the galaxy.

Bilbo had been raised on that system, and when his parents died, he inherited it along with his home, Bag End.

When he discovered how much information he could access over the computer, Bilbo dove in and began teaching himself concepts beyond the closest thing Hobbits had to scientists.  It made him a bit of a hermit, perhaps, not as outgoing as other Hobbits, but given his lack of interest in long conversations about vegetables and sharp-tongued local gossip, Bilbo didn't mind.  Besides, keeping his veneer of near-normalcy forced him out of the house almost daily, so it was fine if he spent hours upon hours learning about technology.

It was even acceptable, or so he told himself, when he started dabbling in the mathematics of force field projection, while he was still a tween.

However-

. . . Even he couldn't call it normal that he'd started messaging Atani all over the galaxy for more information on security and shielding systems, or that he went beyond theory and started building shielding systems, or that by his 40th birthday, Gandalf was his middle man in the sales of advanced shield technology to the interstellar community.

But, well.

He was a Took, cleverly disguised as a Baggins.

He could juggle his fascination with interstellar shield tech with his perfectly reasonable gentlehobbit lifestyle, surely.

And he did.

Fíli sometimes thought he was born to fly.

That was nonsense of course; there was nothing natural about flying for dwarves.  Dwarves were born to dig deep, to live surrounded by stone, not to soar among the stars, even if their cousins had done so for generations.  But Fíli was born in a generation of Dwarves without a home, and the feel of earth under his boots was a rare treat, not a necessity.

But flying-

Flying he needed, like air.

Ships were one thing-Nori’s little pod maneuvered like a dream, especially in space, and Fíli’d “borrowed” his share of small hovercars over the years.  Ships were fast, and they protected you on every side, metal and plastic and ceramic between you and the wind.

They had nothing on his bike.

His beloved Raven was danger, vertical drops from cargo bays, the sizzle of phaser fire, the wind whipping around him and the sound of Kíli’s wild laughter nearby, the sight of his brother slicing and spinning through the air.

The bike was his savior, his escape from jobs gone bad, sleek and dark in each world’s night.  She was fresh air and wind, the scents of earth and flowers and rain instead of recyc and oil.

Raven was sensual, vibrating metal between his thighs, purring until Fíli was half hard and loving it.  The Urs had designed her to respond to every shift of Fíli’s body, the clench of a knee, the rollof his hips, each sharp shift of his weight.  Sometimes he swore she could read his mind, could hear Ori’s voice warning of danger, could sense when Kíli needed them.

There was only one thing better than flying on his bike, and that was flying with Kíli tucked tight against his back, arms around his waist.  

Sometimes he plucked his brother from the air, heart pounding, eyes sharp with adrenaline, Ori’s voice in his ear.  Kíli would whoop as he slammed into place, the sharp metallic scent of his hoverboots cutting off as he wrapped himself around Fíli, hot and wild.  Sometimes he swung around to protect his brother, shields hissing as phaser fire bounced was absorbed and dispersed with an electric cackle that made him shiver. 

Sometimes he felt his brother thrust against his back, high on adrenaline, hard and shouting encouragement in his ear as they darted back to Nori’s waiting ship.

Tonight was different, though.  Tonight was peaceful – no one on their trail, no stolen cargo or fenced goods.  They’d spent the day with the others on the little planet Balin found, perfectly suited to Ardan life; Balin figured it was an early terraforming experiment that, though successful, had yielded a planet too small for colonization.  It had forests, though, and a handful of small lakes, and a proliferation of wildflowers.  It had been fun, not worrying about missions or work for a day, remembering that the Company was a group of friends more like family, and not just a set of cogs set in place to bring money back to the Ered Luin.  There were beaches, and they’d even managed to strong arm Ori into the water, splashing around under Dwalin’s overprotective eye.

But then the stars came out, and Fíli had tugged his brother off to be properly alone for a bit.  Stars that twinkled, just the way Kíli liked them best, instead of cold and steady like they were aboard the cobbled together remains of the mountain ship that was their birthplace.

Kíli tucked his body against Fíli’s back, a decade of experience making it second nature.  He pressed a kiss to Fíli’s neck, bare because of the thick braid now tucked into Fíli’s blue and black jacket – Kíli wasn’t keen on a face full of hair.  “Ready,” he said, and Fíli grinned.

Raven was quiet in the air, silent on land – she had to be, in their line of work – but she always roared at take-off, and Fíli always growled right along with her, that lurch in his stomach as they left the ground and leapt up in defiance of gravity.  

Power.

Power thrumming through his groin and out through his fingertips and into the warmth of Kíli’s body-

“The clouds!” Kíli shouted, and Fíli obeyed, every movement in synch.  

Kíli’s erection, swelling against him, Kíli’s lips on the cold skin of his neck, Kíli’s hands, low on his belly, fingers stroking.

There had been a time when Fili didn’t know the touch of Kili’s fingers, the low moans he made in pleasure, the way his ears flushed and his eyes darkened with arousal.  So hard to remember now, any day before he had this: his Raven and his lover and the sky.

They burst through the lower clouds, a bit light-headed, vapor clinging and flinging around them-

And stars, twinkling in the distance.

“It’s beautiful,” Kíli breathed, his breath warm.  He pressed his jaw to Fíli’s temple, keeping his lips close in the thin air.

Fíli gazed up at it, and thought of Kíli’s eyes.  “It is.”

“Do you think Erebor is like this?”  Awe in Kíli’s voice.  “The stars?”

“They’ll be different,” Fíli answered, his voice soft.  “We’ll see the constellations of our ancestors, the ones from Mother’s stories.”

They breathed together, melted into each other, and the silence whispered secrets of fear and adrenaline and love.

Peace.

Kíli nudged Fíli’s ear with his nose.  “One day we’ll be up there,” he said, teasing in his voice.  “We’ll be great heroes so someone will find just the right set of stars and call it The Lovers,  and little kids will be told we’re dueling with swords until they’re old enough to figure out what’s really going on.”

“Mahal’s tits, Kíli, you always know how to ruin a gorgeous moment!” Fíli fussed, but he was laughing, and then Kíli was too, and his hand slid down and gave Fíli a warm squeeze.