Sky by pyxis(deanohell) - The flecks of blue and white look at home on his skin, each drop a mark of his trade; a rainstorm of colour that never quite washes clean.In which Fili is an explorer and Kili the cartographer he left behind.
The King’s Crown by durinsprinces -
It’s Fíli coronation day, and while he’s excited to become King, he’s scared and sad to say goodbye to Thorin (and Bilbo). But Kíli has just the surprise to help ease the sadness and remember why he’s celebrating to begin with.
Paper Heart by oakshields - Fili knows it would take no effort on either of their parts and he could have his lips on Kili’s in seconds, less than seconds. He could kiss Kili, push further up into him and kiss his brother until there was no breath left inside him, until all the stars were plucked from the sky to be placed behind his eyes and not even hearts were left to beat.And the second Fili thinks this, he’s terrified. Utterly and completely and wholly terrified.(or: the one where fili has vowed to love and protect his baby brother since he first laid eyes on him. even if that means hurting him in the process.)
Children of the Dispora by Vera -
Though he had never seen it, Fili was of Erebor. He knew this as he knew his parents’ love and the color of the sky.
In the Darkness a Torch We Hold by shinigami714 -
“Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.” (honestly anything by them)
Roping the Wind by saucywench - (this fic always ends up on my rec list, idc) Fili is a cowboy who just wants to be able to find a place he can call home and people he can call his family. When he stumbles across what seems like the perfect job, will he be able to let his past go, or will it ruin everything?
Tetheredby filiandkiliheirsofdurin(me) - Fili is in love with Kili when they start out on the quest to reclaim Erebor. This is a stream of consciousness told from his PoV during their time together.You are pressed close to me, I can feel your heat through my clothes, your legs touching mine. Even if I try to move away just a little you manage to still find me. It is like an unseen force pulls you towards me even when you are not conscious. It is a blessing and a curse. What I wouldn’t give to be able to reach out and wrap my arms around you, feel your waist under my fingertips. Push your clothes up just a little so I can feel your skin against mine. Would it feel like dragon fire?
Arrogance by constructedmadness - For Fíli, son of Vavi, son of Virvir, falling in love was remarkably simple. It didn’t happen in one moment. He didn’t wake up one day, tangled in his sheets, heart thumping as he realized that he had his One. It just developed as a natural progression of growing up. By the time he was in his forties, Fíli was comfortable and content with the knowledge that his One was Kíli, son of Vavi, son of Virver.He assumed everyone else knew it as well. Including (or especially) the brother in question.
Parallel by dothraki_shieldmaiden - (this is mandatory)When tragedy strikes the Line of Durin, Thorin decides to separate his infant nephews in order to keep them safe. Sixty-five years later Fili is the bored, dutiful heir in Ered Luin while elsewhere Kili is simply trying to stay alive between alleyway brawls.Everything changes when they meet and a connection is formed which seems nigh unbreakable.At least until the truth of the past and their heritage is revealed.\
Sapphire by pyxis(deanohell) - (I mean lbr here the writing is amazing)
On the morning of the ceremony to commemorate those lost in the years before Erebor was retaken, Fili walks the forest, relishing the silence, and thinking of how very lost he himself has become.
Barbarian by FuryNZ -
On patrol in Erebor’s northern reaches, Kili’s group is attacked by a fearsome clan of barbaric dwarves who live in the cold north. He is kept alive, barely, and taken north to be a slave of the clan. A golden-haired warrior, Fili, claims him. Trapped north of the mountains through the winter, Kili finds that he will have to rely on Fili for survival and protection amongst a cruel and hostile people. But the tribe’s Chieftain uses Kili as a pawn to get what he wants from Fili, threatening and harming the young prince. Fili, distraught by Kili’s suffering, must find a way to save him without bringing about both of their downfalls.
Ten Reasonsby FuryNZ -
Fili and Kili give ten reasons why they got back together after their separation.
Kiss Me: A Love Story by Anathema_Cat-
Is love enough to overcome despair, exhaustion, fear, and anger? How much courage does a leap of faith require? Fíli and Kíli will find out as they fight to recover after losing their uncle and very nearly their lives in the Battle of the Five Armies. The brothers struggle to cope with losses, new responsibilities, external pressure, and emerging desires - and the stress threatens to drive them apart.
Our Cosmic Love by Violette_Pleasures - (WIP)
Kili is a quiet artist and gamer who prefers computers and sketch pads to human contact any day. But Fili is different. Fili makes him want to try new things, want to be a better person. He loves his dreaded, hippie big brother.
Of Rust and Gold by ellaliddy - Kili knew this journey would end in blood. What he sees when he picks up the small glass ball in Gandalf’s pack though, is fully unexpected.
Initiation by blue_butterfly - Kíli has always been different, especially when it comes to dwarven traditions. To him, they’re only hollow rituals with no meaning. To Fíli however, traditions must be honoured and followed, simply because he hasn’t learned any different. Who would have known that one day, his and Kíli’s views clash significantly over the one single tradition no dwarf can escape? And what Kíli asks of him then is against all the laws of their people…is it not?
Make me See the Stars Again - by goldenlionprince, liddie -
Kíli Oaks never thought his ad for the spare room in his little house by the lake in the middle of the forest would work but suddenly he finds himself with a tenant who needs a long vacation. Coming from the big city Fíli Durin isn’t what Kíli was wishing for but slowly he starts to open up to the quiet blond business man that seems to have a sadness about him that Kíli finds himself relating to more than he’d like to admit.
Never Lose Your Flames by LettersToShakespear -
Kili is your average University Student living in NYC, and he also very might well be the klutz from hell who has a really huge knack for setting things on fire. Cue one gorgeous and irritable firefighter who can’t believe just how incapable Kili is, and you have a recipe for disaster.
In Golden Script by constructedmadness - In the first life, souls struggle. They struggle to survive, they struggle for beauty, they struggle for purpose. The struggle is so powerful that only a fortunate minority find their other in the mountains of Arda.For everyone else, it is only the freedom from want and need, the freedom from the driving desire to create, that allows them to find their other. And so they wait in Mahal’s Halls until they find the fitted half of their souls, that they might join them in the new world that is to come.
Moonflower by shinigami714 -
In the middle of the desert lands lies a Kingdom, peaceful and prosperous, bustling with liveliness. But after an attack in a neighbouring land, darkness begins approaching quickly, along with the discovery of an exotic, dark haired man.
Push It by durinsprinces -
Instead of apologizing to Fili for breaking his phone, Kili decides to be a little shit, and continues to be a little shit until Fili puts him back in his place.
In Sickness and In Health by blue_butterfly -
The Durin brothers have always been close, but with the Battle of the Five Armies won and his nephews on the brink of death, Thorin finds himself discovering things about Fíli and Kíli he has previously had no idea of.
Sweet Red by GreenSorceress -
Takes place in Rivendell after the orc/warg attack. A little too much wine, a little too much pipe weed, a very sexy evening!
You rested your head against the big rock as youlooked at the fire. A blanket was tightly wrapped around you. Although it
didn’t really keep you warm. You shivered trying to wrap the blanket further
around you, but it was no use, you were still freezing.
Bofur was sitting a few feet away from you, asleep.
Even though Thorin had put the both of you on night watch Bofur had fallen
asleep quickly. But if you stayed up it wouldn’t be a problem, but your eyes
starting to close? That could be a problem.
You shook your head trying to stay awake. If Thorin
saw you two asleep he would kill you, if orcs hadn’t killed you first. Thorin
stirred in his sleep. Your eyes widened thinking he was going to wake up.
Quickly you nudged Bofur in his side, causing him to
wake up. ‘What’s wrong?’ He asked rubbing his eyes. ‘Thorin’s waking up’ he
immediately shot up, his hat falling of his head.
Thorin and the boys surviving but Thorin knows he can never live in Erebor. The risk of the sickness is too great. So Thorin and Dwalin travel Middle Earth, (after a drunken victory tour of Rohan. The Rohirrim have always been good traders with the Dwarves and the women often follow the old Rohirrim women's saying 'Save A Horse, Ride A Dwarf') gathering up the Dwarves of Erebor and guiding them home to King Fili. Until LoTR, when the Eye falls, Thorin feels it, the sickness is gone. He is free.
Imagine losing a bet and having to do a sexy/lap dance for the three Durins
NOTE: This is not as dirty as it could have been but I was really happy with the ending so here ya go! 😊
The hoard stank, rank and dirty, you had to hold your breath to keep from vomiting. Though it didn’t seem to bother any of your Company very much (or even at all). Each of them practically ran down into the hole and began exploring. “Look at this!” shouted Fili, his mature demeanor breaking over the pile of gold.
Most of the others came running over, feeling through the pile. “Nori, get a shovel,” said Gloìn. All but Thorin, who was searching through a pile of swords.
“I bet you’ll end up forgetting about all this,” you tested. There were still many, many miles to go. They might think about coming back and collecting their bounty, but with their short attention span, many things get in the way.
You start to walk out when Fili hollered after you, “Wanna bet?” His arms were overflowing with coins and various other items he uncovered.
“Yes.” You turned back after taking a deep breath of the slightly cleaner air. “I do want to bet. In fact, if I win, I get full access to whatever I want, whenever I want it.” You crossed your arms and stared him down.
“And if we win,” Kili put in, “We get whatever we want from you.” He smiled and slapped his brother on the back.
furynz asked: You can’t taunt us with the promise that Heirs Kili loves pillow forts in your notes without showing us! I want to see that, please? That will be so adorable. :)
ladygarnett7 said: You know that needs to be part of an Heirs story. You can’t just drop that on us and leaving us wanting.
When Fili and Kili moved into their new house, they owned the following:
1. one king-sized bed, with sheets, a gift from their “Uncle” Dwalin (this was delivered the day before Fili arrived and the pair took residence, and never spoken of directly; Dwalin would have blushed and blustered and then gotten pissy if questioned about it) 2. one childhood dresser from Kili’s old bedroom, with cartoon stickers adorning the drawers 3. a brand new set of kitchenware from their parents 4. the television and gaming system Fili brought home from college, perched on 5. his childhood dresser, which was painted a distressing shade of orange 6. approximately five million pillows
The pillows were Kili’s fault.
He picked out the apartment under the guidance of their father, who had promised Fíli that he wouldn’t let Kíli buy the most “interesting” place he could find. He’d gently guided Kíli away from various “unique” fixer-uppers and “artistic garden homes” and toward a sensible and safe apartment in a small complex not too far from their parents’ rooms. Kíli insisted, however, that he and Fíli would set everything else up together, it’d be fun, really, no dad, we don’t need furniture Fíli will be here soon.
But then the house looked empty.
Their house looked empty.
And Kíli didn’t want Fíli coming home to an empty house.
So he went shopping.
Only, it was all a bit overwhelming and none of it seemed to match, and he really would rather pick out things like living room furniture with Fíli at his side (Fíli, who was graduating and would finally come home to stay, doctorate in hand), so what he ended up buying was pillows.
Lots of pillows.
Big pillows, little pillows, body pillows, decorative pillows, even one pillow big enough they probably could get away with calling it a guest bed.
By the time Fíli actually arrived, there were enough pillows in their new apartment to build a sizable nest in front of the fire, which came in very handy those first few days back, when they were extremely busy and couldn’t be bothered to leave the house.
Luckily, most of the pillows had removable covers for easy cleaning.
The storm came two months after Fíli’s return home.
It was billed by the news as “the worst storm of the century,” though Fíli and Kíli knew their friendly elderly neighbors (who adored the “nice young couple who carried in their groceries”) would have opinions about that assertion next market day. As far as they were concerned, it was bad enough; snow piled on the mountain and covered the small windows along one side of their apartment, and the power went out four hours in. Luckily, Fíli kept an eye on the news and made sure they were well stocked with firewood, so when the lights went out they already had a fire burning cheerfully for light and warmth.
Well, some warmth. It went as far as the living room, at least, but no farther.
Which was where Kíli’s long-established nesting tendencies came into play.
“I’m going to build a fort,” he announced cheerfully, gathering up all the pillows and putting them in an embarrassingly vast pile near the fire.
Fíli kicked a few that had tumbled too close for comfort away. “We’re not twenty, you know.”
“I know,” Kíli agreed, “that’s why we’ll be able to share one instead of having to build two, and we won’t have to keep some for ammunition,” here he glared at Fíli, who smirked back, because Fíli had always, always hoarded the ammunition pillows until he had them all and then utterly destroyed impatient Kíli in a final assault, “which means it’ll be epic.”
“Epic,” Fíli said doubtfully. “An epic pillow fort.”
“Oh ye of little faith.” Kíli tsked sadly. “Watch and learn.”
Their mother had begun threatening to kidnap them and force them into a shopping trip with their father if they didn’t buy some kind of living room furniture. They had, out of a sense of self-preservation, purchased one comfortable brown love seat. This became the backbone of Kíli’s fort.
“A loveseat,” Fíli pointed out from his position comfortably settled on the hearth, feet near the flames, “is not a pillow.”
“I’m using it as infrastructure for the cushions,” Kíli argued cheerfully, demonstrating by removing the two firm sofa cushions and lining the front with them.
Seven minutes into construction (Fíli knew because he was timing it) Kíli instructed him to grab the torch and go get the sheets off the bed.
“Sheets,” Fíli told him, “also aren’t pillows.”
“Stop being a pedantic old fart and get the sheets,” Kíli shot back, then muttered, “It’s like living with a two hundred year old auntie” when Fíli’s back was turned.
Twenty-seven and a half minutes after he began, Kíli presented his final product with all the pride of a master architect opening a new shopping mall.
And Fíli had to admit, it was epic.
Tall enough to sit up in with some headroom left over, open to the fireplace, well draped on both sides and carefully fortified to prevent disastrous loss of pillow walls, this was the sort of fort a dwarf could be proud of.
“Nice,” he said, and Kíli absolutely beamed at him before ceremoniously shoving him down and inside.
“It’ll be warmer in here,” he assured his brother. “You’ll see.”
“Ow! Kíli, I can get in on my own-”
“Sure you can but see, I’ve set up your favorite pillow just here for your head,” Kíli grinned and slotted Fíli into place, “and it’ll be even warmer when you’ve a proper blanket.”
“There aren’t any blankets left. You used the heavy one for the floor-ah. I see,” he interrupted himself as Kíli stretched happily on top of him, making a soft, pleased humming noise that warmed Fíli’s heart and a couple of other places as well, for bonus. “That’ll do.”
Kíli beamed and, taking shameless advantage of his position, leaned down to kiss him.