How was Fíli supposed to put into words what he had felt during the dance back in Dale – the realization that Kíli was so much more than the unruly Dwarf he had known all of his life, that he had grown into a fine Dwarf, and that seeing him with Tauriel, and the subsequent pain that washed over him, only served to affirm the mess he was feeling.
Because what he was feeling for Kíli was…was…adoration. A deep-seated love, an all-encompassing and terrifying creature that had devoured him whole, and how long has he been feeling like this? When did this even start? Had he always felt like this but never took the time to realize?
Those feelings did not feel like something that were freshly sprung from the earth like the first spring shoots in Bilbo’s green house. No, they felt like they had been there for much longer, left to germinate and grow and flourish like the wild gardens of Beorn’s dwelling.
— Of Risks and Rewards by Bgtea
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Almighty Johnsons/Being Human - Anders/Mitchell
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Summary: A little domestic scene between Anders and Mitchell. A bit suggestive but no smut.
This is a prize for @king-on-carven-throne for the WinterFRE2022 event.
Mitchell was standing in Anders’s kitchen, stirring the tea he’d just prepared.
He’d fallen into the habit of staying at Anders’s place on his own days off, and while Anders didn’t seem to mind coming home to him twice a week, he wondered idly how long that hospitality would continue.
Anders entered his flat and immediately started unbuttoning his suit jacket as he rounded the corner toward his kitchen.
“Ah, you’re up!” He flashed Mitchell an easy smile in greeting as he tossed the jacket over the back of one of his chairs.
“Course I am.” Mitchell sipped his tea and leaned back against the counter as he watched Anders roll up his sleeves and then open the fridge to grab a beer.
Anders hopped up to sit on the island counter and took a long swig, looking Mitchell over. He raised a brow.
“Would you say that you got up for me?”
Mitchell snickered at the innuendo. “No, for the tea, o’ course.” He smiled crookedly and gestured a brief cheers with his mug.
Anders’s voice was still full of teasing. “Ah, so you were thirsty.” He nodded, pulling his tie loose to pop open his collar.
Mitchell hummed, eyes darting between Anders’s thick neck and his arrogant smirk. As his so-called ‘blood donor’, Anders got a kick out of teasing the idea of Mitchell drinking his blood, knowing that it was all tied up with other activities that he liked doing with Mitchell.
“You don’t work tonight, do you?” Anders asked, his tone lighter and relaxed now.
“Nah.” Mitchell shook his head. “Not til tomorrow night. Why? ”
“Don’t wanna tire you out before a shift.” Anders sipped his beer, acting innocent despite the promise behind his remark.
“Tire me out?” Mitchell laughed, putting his tea down, then moved to stand in front of Anders, between his legs. “How d’you intend to do that?”
He raised a brow. “Well, I know what you’re like when you get drinking.”
Mitchell leaned in to murmur in Anders’s ear.
“Oh, you do, do ya? You sure you don’t need a reminder?”
Anders heard the sound Mitchell’s mouth made when he bared his fangs. Mitchell gripped Anders’s thighs as he grazed his neck with his teeth. He could smell the blood pumping below his hot skin, just waiting for him to take his fill.
“Put the fangs away,” Bragi’s low tones echoed in Mitchell’s mind, calming his thirst.
Mitchell closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath, feeling his vampiric features retreating. He never minded when Anders did that; if anything it had helped him feel more human than ever the last several months.
“You haven’t earned your drink just yet, Mitch.” Anders quipped, voice back to normal and betraying his complete lack of fear over what Mitchell had been about to do.
Mitchell opened his eyes to frown at his lover.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“First we’ll have some pizza,” Anders explained, tilting his head at him while he gripped Mitchell’s shirt. “And then I’ll need some other body parts of ours to get acquainted for a bit.”
“Will you now?” Mitchell narrowed his eyes, but the affectionate smile on his face took any bite out of his teasing reply. “And why is it that you get to decide all this?”
“Because I’m your god.”
He rolled his eyes. “Bragi the brat.”
Anders laughed as Mitchell ran one hand up his thigh and pressed their noses together.
“Though you are mine,” Mitchell agreed.
Anders hummed as though he wasn’t sure he agreed, but tilted his head up to kiss him. As their tongues met, Anders felt all thoughts of his workday leave his mind, replaced by ones he much preferred.
When they broke their kiss, Anders smacked his hands against Mitchell’s chest.
“God changed his mind! Bed first.”
He hopped off the counter and Mitchell laughed as he followed him out of the kitchen.
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A/N: This is my first time writing Britchell. I hope it's alright! ♥
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A story of one relationship told in 3 recipes / Polaroid photographs / Valentine’s Days.
Hades / Persephone AU
Mitchell does the “flash your partner while they’re in an important work meeting on Zoom” trend to Anders
Healing hands
One of them is a tour guide, the other one is a tourist. And then war breaks out all around them.
Tricky spell components
Predator
AU based on ANY 1930's screwball comedy film
Princes in the Tower AU (Richard III)
Entering someone slowly, so slowly that it almost hurts, but with a good reason: there’s been no prep whatseoever.
Merman AU
"That's not how you're supposed to use it."
The one usually doing the protecting is now highly vulnerable and being protected and he’s got no choice in the matter.
Witch and familar au
“You can do whatever you want to me.”
Reincarnation
Write about intimacy between your pairing, as a series of contrasts between what they’re like in a casual/public setting and what they’re like in bed.
Fantasy
Gagged with an apple
Basket
"You think I only think about you when we're both in the same room."
"I'm gonna tell Ma you said that."
Character is secretly a well-known cryptid (i.e. Bigfoot, Yeti, Mothman)
Photographer (preferably DarkHawk)
Map makers
You’re my call at 3am
"Don´t do that. Ever. Again."
Unrequited
Naked skin for all to see
“What the hell else am I supposed to do with it?!”
Fingers splayed and pushed, and he fell, defeated by their gentleness.
Seven kisses
I don’t want him to be alive in my heart. I want him to be alive in this world.
Come Kink
"It's not safe."
A continuation of a long dormant fic
Sacrifice
"Deny me bread, air, light, spring, but never your laughter for I would die.” - Pablo Neruda
“I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Pick ANY Stephen Sondheim lyric as a prompt
“Oh I’m pretty sure you can take a few more inches.”
Canon divergence
"Is... is that a PARAKEET in your pocket?"
“Stop staring at me. I’m fine.” “You were almost blown up.” “Yeah, almost. Now drop it.”
"Why'd you stop?"
Adventure AU based on ANY James Cameron blockbuster (i.e. Titanic, Terminator, Aliens, Avatar, The Abyss)
Eating in the dark
"Well, as long as we're doing stupid things-"
Nobody else at the party knows that they know each other/their history.
“When was the last time you slept?”
Somebody's wedding
Kisses to the inner side of thighs
1800s London
Cowboy Bebop AU
"It only hurts when I laugh"
Sleeping over
Better the devil you know, Kili thinks as he bites open his thumb and smears blood across the summoning circle. He’s a young witch. Too young to be playing these kinds of games with the powers that be. Fuck if that will stop him.
World War III
Person A is caught in an avalanche. Person B rescues him.
Carnival fortune teller prediction
Inspired by "Runnin' with the Devil" by Van Halen
IKEA
A slow acting poison
The Shining/Overlook Hotel AU
Practical jokes getting out of hand
You could try and kiss it better.
Yes I just tripped over the curb and almost got hit by a car because I was too busy staring at you
"The world doesn't need me." "Maybe I do."
Open and honest conversation about their deepest desires.
Person A suddenly starts avoiding/ignoring person B because they realized they have feelings.
Rollercoasters
Someone throws a rock with a note through the couple’s window.
Appearing on Family Feud
Mist
If it can’t be done the way it should, then it should be done the way it can.
Love letters
Crisis of the Third Century Roman AU
No hurt, all comfort
"I hate me too."
One of them is seduced into the hareem of the other.
Cucumber insertion
"Stop pretending!"
When I said Tea was at four, I meant p.m.
Until all the stars in the sky disintegrate, or are extinguished
Time marches on, the practice stays the same.
He was brave, strong, and broken all at once
Break up to make up
"You keep saying 'I've got this', but I'm not sure know what 'this' is."
I used to say I'd know you anywhere, but it's getting harder
All the clocks stopped at 11:59.
"I can't even look at you."
Espionage
Arranged marriage
One of them can see the past in the same way others can see the future. But while with the future, you can at least try and prevent the events, how do you save someone in the past?!
Being impressed by the other's skill
Holmesian
Artist / model
The Old Guard AU
The seductive edge of Evil
Candles
Kiss me with your eyes, marry me with your heart, love me with your spirit, promise we'll never part
"I don´t care how long it takes"
Shopping mall employees AU
"I had to at least try, didn't I?"
"I promise"
"You're free now. Walk toward the light... wait, why are you walking toward ME?"
“Is that a dragon!?”
90s sitcom AU
"Let me show you."
“Let me bandage you up.”
Person A goes to a book signing for Person B's book. Person B is shocked to see the person they've been secretly crushing on from their coffee-shop writing corner is a fan of their work.
Trust kink in a sexual setting
Scar
Mitchell teaches a 9am class at a local university. He always wears the same thing - black pants, black shoes, and a long sleeve black shirt - and his hair is always perfect. Except for today. Today he’s wearing a dark grey shirt with short sleeves, revealing black tattoos, no belt, and his hair is slightly mussed.
The concept of Soulmates, but with an unusual twist
Story in the form of a recipe
Western au
Person A is the new hire at Person B's place of employment.
Epistolary
Sex in someone else's bed
The most beautiful
Where do the lost socks go?
Hate sex
"I thought you were dead!!!"
Let's get married
"I never thought you'd really do that"
All hurt, no comfort
Use of a rubber chicken
The night before the battle
“Guard this with your life.”
“Hey, I’m a DoorDash driver and you order an obscene amount of food for delivery. Are you okay?”
Person A keeps having prophetic dreams about person B (meaning, person A sees something happening to/around person B in their dreams and then it happens in real life. Repeatedly.)
Brothers are annoying
The Proposal (2009) AU
Ancient Egypt setting
Hair porn
There's no better love.
Ozurie - feeling torn between the life you want and the life you have.
Shipwrecked on a deserted island
“Don’t worry; I’ll have you back to normal in no time!”
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prompt: One of them is a tour guide, the other one is a tourist. And then war breaks out all around them.
aim: either digital or physical
The Arkenstone was the king's jewel, for whoever owned it, was granted a long life. Which was why Thror was in such fit and fighting form when even his grandson was well into his adult years. He'd lost it to the dragon, and then the dragon to the hobbit. And so on, and so forth.
Centuries later, some German expedition had come across the site of ancient Erebor and excavated its treasures, including the gem protected by three decimated mummies. Their forms were ash and bones, but there souls were survived in the stone.
Everywhere the stone went, the souls were released to new bodies, until they spent their casts and returned to the stone.
Overtime, the stone was broken, repurposed for its new owners. Into jewelry, or other such fine decor. Until finally there were but three pieces left.
By chance, two pieces happened to be in the same family. One piece was in the father's signet ring. The second fit into the son's timepiece.
It was September of 1939, and Karl Oakenshield just needed to go. Despite his father's fair warnings, the young man got his backpack, borrowed a car, and drove off. He traded his pocket watch with his father's ring upon his father's request.
Karl had just finished his studies, and wanted a bit of adventure before upper class duties tied him down. He didn't make his first stop until he was well beyond his father's lands.
He had a feeling people had become a bit more hostile since he last remembered. Not many landlords had willingly given him nightly lodge. Thankfully, he only needed a place to hide his head at night, because his mornings were busy backpacking around Europe.
Eventually, he'd driven all the way to Hamburg, a portside city full of cafes. It was a beautiful -and delicious- place, and he wanted to see it better.
"You are new to the city, yes?" His newest shop seller asked.
Karl laughed. "Is it so obvious?"
"Only to those who notice. You've bought once from almost every cart here this week."
Karl took the pastry he'd bought. "Well you can hardly blame me! Your fares are all so well done!"
"Where are you from, if I may ask?"
"The name's Karl. From Munchen," Karl reached out for a handshake. The boy returned a strong grip.
"Willam. From... here," he cheekily offered.
Karl laughed. "Well I suppose you know here better than I do. I'm in need of a guide."
Willam refocused on his busywork. "I suppose you could find many in the city. They're often-"
"They don't seem to be around. I could pay handsomely?" Karl offered, eagerly inclining his head.
Willam smiled, not looking up at his customer. "I imagine you could."
Karl didn't leave and customers started to queue. Willam sighed. "Come by around dawn tomorrow. Have breakfast from me and I'll show you around."
Karl liked that idea. That was the one time he retired early, saving the tours for the next days. He used the time to send his father a postcard; he would be in Hamburg for a while.
He got in a good night's sleep before waking up before the sun. There weren't even any bird tunes about when he had left the lodge, heading towards the portside stall.
"Good morning!" Karl announced, coming up behind his tour guide.
"Yes, it is!" Willam agreed, taking a look around at the lightening sky. "Though I think it may rain later."
"I brought coffee!" Karl said, placing the thermos on the window sill as Willam went behind the counter.
"And I have got the crumpets."
They had a quick breakfast, sharing their immediate backgrounds. Willam asked about the ring and Karl told him it was his father's, how it was his most prized possession at the moment, one he couldn't fathom parting with. After breakfast, they left for a tour of the city. They planned seeing the city starting from the inside out. Willam had quite the local stories to share about the rivers and boats and landmarks nearby. It was about to turn 8am when Willam left Karl, tasking him with exploring the noted landmarks more thoroughly.
Karl obliged and busied himself in informational tours of buildings and places, not realizing when it had gotten dark. He decided to share his findings with Willam and went back to the stall. He caught the boy just about walking away, shop closed for the night.
"Please, have dinner with me. There's so much I learned tonight I just have to tell you about!" Karl begged when Willam was resisting, and eventually managed to drag him to one of the finer dining establishments in the city.
At dinner, Karl told Willam all the official histories of the places and arts he'd seen, noting all the key characters and their backgrounds. Oddly, much of it seemed to be new for his local guide.
"You don't know this? It's all there in the books!" Karl haughtily announced as he bit into his comparatively fancier meal.
"I never read the books," Willam told him sheepishly.
Karl sobered up, internally taking account of his privileges. "You've not gone to school?"
"Well, I didn't really have the time or resources beyond primary school. What more do I need than to know how to read and write?"
"You must have interests. Hobbies? You bake real well."
Willam laughed at the compliment. "Yeah, well. I've been doing that since my mother put flour in my hands."
"If you could pursue any interest, any luxury, without cost. What would it be?"
"Music," Willam stated without half a thought. "I would learn music."
"Beautiful! What instrument?"
"I... haven't thought of it."
"Come on, you must! You answered music so quickly. You must have a preference?"
"Violin, then."
"Violin. Excellent. Then I must tell you about..." Karl told Willam about all the violin context he could remember experiencing in his rich life.
They talked all night about each other's interests before Karl walked Willam back to his stall. The next morning again they met early in the morning and picked up their tour of the city. Willam went back to his shop around 8, and this time Karl came back for lunch. And he didn't come alone.
"Who's your friend?" Willam asked.
"This is Elia. He was playing violin outside the cathedral, and then I remembered how you'd mentioned wanting to learn!"
"Karl, what are you doing?"
"Well wouldn't you know? Elia had the evening off, so I brought him along. He'd love to pass his skill on to you."
Willam laughed nervously. "Karl, I haven't the time. I've got to work."
"It's just shopkeeping. I can do that for you!"
"And my buns in the oven?" Willam protested.
"Well why don't you teach me the route, and I promise not to burn down your shop. If you promise to have a session with Elia. Please?" Karl's wounded eyes convinced him and Willam told him how to run the shop.
Elia took Willam to a spot across the road, sitting on the ledge as he taught the boy how to play. They had to end early that day, but Elia saw his hidden talent and scheduled to come by again tomorrow.
"That was embarrassing!" Willam whined as he hopped back into the stall.
"That wasn't half bad. You're learning. And I didn't burn down the shop. Call it a win!"
After some silly shenanigans, Karl helped Willam close up shop for the night. They were both tired and went home rather quietly.
The next two days were the same, early tours, then Karl at the shop and Willam practicing the violin nearby. Each day, the world around them progressively stilled. On the third night, Karl took him to dinner again, and this time pressed to walk Willam home. When the local started resisting much, Karl realized he didn't have a solid place to offer.
"Well, if we can't go to yours, you absolutely have to come with me!" And he dragged Willam to the guest room he'd rented.
"You can have the shower tonight," Karl offered as they settled around the room.
"Thank you," Willam had stopped being humble around Karl by now, figuring it was easier than him pestering. Karl smirked at Willam's frankness, and worked on getting a pair of sleeping pants out for himself and his guest.
Willam took a shower quick by Karl's upper class standards, and came out with a towel around his waist. Karl whistled.
"Are you sure you're a baker and not a builder?" He ran his hands over his guests well built arms. "How heavy are those buns of yours!"
Willam laughed as Karl messed with him. "Stop fooling around and give me my pants. I'll catch a cold!" Willam stepped towards the bed to grab the clothes but Karl got them first and swiped them away.
"I'll trade you, for a kiss!" Karl was joking, but Willam grabbed at his hand and pinned him to the wall behind him, kissing him. Willam had gotten his pants in his hand, but didn't step away as he smirked at Karl.
Heaving slightly, Karl pulled him in for a kiss again. Willam dropped the pants and placed his hands on Karl's front as they engaged in some passionate kissing. He even helped Karl out of his shirt, but a few moments later, Karl sneezed.
Willam laughed so hard, he was crouched over his knees, breathless. Karl pushed him and stepped around to put on his nightshirt while Willam put on his pants finally. After joking around, they got in the one bed together, Karl being the big spoon.
The distant bombings didn't as successfully wake them up as did the man shouting down at them.
"Father?" Karl asked confused, sleep half on his mind.
"Get up! We're leaving!" Thorne almost dragged Karl out of bed while his son reached back for his bed mate.
"He's coming with us!" Karl ordered, and his father didn't have the time to argue.
Thorne paced outside as the boys took a second longer to come out. Karl was half out the door before his father grabbed his hand and ran him to their car, Willam right behind. The door closed as bullets rained from the sky, but Willam suddenly remembered he'd forgotten something. Despite everyone's pleas, he escaped the car and went back into the guest house. The car had already begun driving before Willam came back out, and managed to just get in as Karl pulled him in.
"Have you lost your mind! What could possibly have been more important than your life!?" Thorne barked.
After catching his breath, Willam took his hand out his pocket and revealed what he'd saved: Thorne's ring.
Thorne was speechless.
"Worst night to take it off, yes?" Willam joked, and Karl immediately kissed him, not caring who looked.
The car drove them to the port where they boarded a ship out of Hamburg. The boys settled in their room while Thorne strolled the deck, coming across an Englishman named Bill, who was going to an old family safe house in New Zealand. 15 days later, he was convinced to have the Oakenshields and Willam join him.
They arrived in a countryside in Auckland 24 days since leaving Hamburg, and searched for whatever address Bill had written down. It was a hole in the ground, under one of the many green hills, fronted by a round port door. A sign said to use the knocker, but there wasn't one.
"You don't suppose this looks like one?" Bill asked, pulling out a chain hanging around his neck, with a gold ring fitted through it.
"You almost have it, but it looks like it needs studs."
"Could ours work?" Karl stepped forward, presenting his timepiece that he'd gotten back.
"That's one," Bill agreed, and Karl pulled the stone off the knob.
"Can't have one without the other," Thorne said, and pulled the stone out of his ring.
Bill took both the gems and fitted them into the space made in the ring, but they were still missing one.
"Could you imagine?" Willam laughed, at something only he knew.
"What is it, love?" Karl inquired.
"Well, it's my precious. It's my mother's brooch. I carry it with me everywhere." Willam unbuttoned his shirt and unpinned the brooch from his slip, handing the piece to Karl.
Karl scoffed. "Well, if it's meant to be, it's meant to be!" He took off the stone from the brooch and gave it to Bill, who put it on the gold ring.
"One ring to bind them," Bill said with a smirk, and hung the ring in the place of the knocker. He knocked three times and the door swung open, dark from inside.
One by one they stepped inside, Thorne first, then the boys, then Bill, and they immediately recognized the world they belonged to.
"Welcome home!" A familiar old voice invited them and they turned to see Gandalf coming out of the mountain.
"So? What adventures did you all have this time?"
Thorin turned to face Bilbo, the friend of 15 days now as familiar as the back of his hand. Fili and Kili stared at each other too as all their past lives came back to memory. Fili grabbed Kili's hand and began walking home.
"Well then, it began... Well, it began as you might expect...."
“A rose without its title would still smell as sweet. And you, Kíli, without the Durin name would still retain every bit of your own dear perfection.”
Fíli kissed him. A second kiss, even better than the first with no fear between them. A real kiss, nothing like the pecks of young brothers, but like that of sworn lovers.
“If you love me,” Kíli said, “call me by that name and I’ll always answer. I will never be a Durin again, only your love.”
Their lips met again. Like crafted bookends, they folded into one another leaving no air between them as they explored each other. Taste was no longer forbidden and touches were willingly given and enjoyed. Time seemed to be on their side, even taking their request to stop altogether in the middle of the night.
— Romeo and Juliet AU by @legolaslovely
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