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[aziraphales-library]

Hey, it's been a rough week, and maybe it was for other people, so I'd like to rec The Cottage, the Husbands by Dragonsquill on a03. They're sweet and fluffy and warm!

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.

~Mod P   

[linane-art]

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.

Happy Valentines Day :)

[linane-art]

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

Article text: here

Fullsize article: here

Fullsize artwork: here

Playlass cover: here

Pages 2 and 3: here

Pages 4 and 5: here

The Playlass Project is created by Dragonsquillwrites (articles) and Linane-art (artwork). It exists within the Heirs of Durin Universe, created by Dragonquillwrites.

[linane-art]

"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.

God, have they deserved it.

[gatheringfiki]

Stone Essence by DragonsQuill

[linane-art]

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?

Now go and shower dragonsquill with loooove, like she deserves <3

[ssretribution]

Beyond These Stars: Prologue 1

The Company of the SS Retribution worked hard, but their captain wasn't a slave driver.  He knew the importance of down time, even if he seemed incapable of taking it for himself.  Every couple of months, Balin and Ori would locate a nice planet or planetoid devoid of locals, and the crew of the Retribution would take a couple of days off, either planetside of aboard ship, as each individual preferred.

On these trips, Fili and Kili could always be found planetside, of course, along with Nori, Bofur, Dis, and Oin (though he gathered herbs more than he relaxed).  The others waited until they saw what the planet was like before deciding whether to go down or spend two glorious days sleeping in their bunks, preferably without their bunkmate.

Rarely did a location entice every one down - especially Thorin, who as aforementioned could not relax, and Ori, who was born on a ship and felt a ship was exactly where his boots belonged (what he would do if this mad quest of the captain’s worked, rather than leaving them all imploded husks in orbit around Erebor, Nori didn’t know).  Complete disembarkation did happen occasionally, however, as it did during their voyage to Shire, when Balin found a planet with shallow, crystal clear lakes surrounded by stone and grass.

The Retribution could land, when needed, but she did best in space, so it was up to Nori and his Jackrabbit to take groups ashore.  Fili and Kili were in his first haul, as always, they being the most used to traveling through the atmosphere and visiting planets.  In fact, Fíli’s beloved Raven was tucked in her usual spot in the Jackrabbit’s hold, just in case the prince felt the need to go for a ride planetside.

When they arrived, Nori was interested to find that they had between them, held in firm grips, his own baby brother, Ori.

"Nori!" Ori growled upon seeing him (and how entertaining, Ori wasn't usually one to growl), "They're kidnaping me!"

Nori looked over the two princes.  While usually they did, indeed, look rather like kidnapers in their all-black mission gear, this morning they were dressed comfortably, Fili in sedate browns and Kili in perhaps the most obnoxious blue shirt Nori had ever seen in his life. It had an eye-searing repeating design of uncut diamonds printed on it.  That sort of tacky must have come from one of the Ococarni mountains, perhaps the Ered Engrin, though how Kíli got his hands on it was a mystery. They looked like vacationers, not trained robbers.  

Ori, of course, looked as he always did, in mismatched layers and one of his soft scarves, as if the ship was kept at subarctic levels rather than a nice, steady temperature designed for maximum dwarven comfort.

"Really?" Nori asked, his voice the sort of lazy drawl that drove his other brother up the wall.  "You don't seem to be putting up much of a fight."

Ori glared at him.  His glares were, much to Ori's chagrin and Nori's endless delight, terribly cute rather than frightening.  "I did before they got hold of my scarf."

It was only then that Nori noted the scarf was wrapped, not around Ori's neck, but around his arms and torso.

He shook his head sadly.  "Kidnapped with your own knitwear.  I have failed you as a brother."

"Shut up and save me!"

Nori considered this.  "How much," he asked, "will you pay me to save you?"

Any time was a good time to make a deal, even when his baby brother was in pseudo-danger.  Considering the princes were Ori’s closest friends and depended on his voice for survival on a semi-regular basis, Nori wasn’t genuinely concerned for his safety.  Getting off the Retribution for a few hours wouldn’t kill Ori, no matter what he thought.

Ori’s glare darkened cutely.  "Nothing!  You're my big brother!  It's your job to save me!

"I'm fairly certain it ceased being my job when you turned seventy and started making eyes at the king's bodyguard."

Ori turned an infuriated pink as Fili and Kili grinned.  "I knew it!" Kili crowed, letting go long enough to pump a victorious fist in the air.

Ori, to Nori’s secret pride, twisted neatly and would have gotten free on that side, had the elder prince – more focused and less given to wandering attention than his brother – not hissed and made up for Kíli’s missing hand by wrapping a boot neatly around Ori’s and tugging just enough to interfere with Ori’s balance.

Nori felt another moment of accomplishment.  That was an underhanded little trick Nori had taught Fíli, back when the prince wasn’t quite in his majority and they had only recently all left together on the Retribution.  It hadn’t been easy overcoming the firm sense of honor and fair play Fíli’s family had put in his head and convince him to cheat a little.  

Fili snorted.  His hair was down for once, an obnoxiously attractive golden fall down his back.  When Nori left his hair loose, he looked like a deranged fluffball.  "Only because I told you,” he said, and, ignoring Kíli’s growled indignation, “All right, let's get him in the Hopper."

The princes paid no mind to Nori's snarl - he hated the idiotic nickname this group of utter misfits had come up with for his beloved Jackrabbit.  Gingerhopper indeed.  Instead, they gripped his brother's arms and lifted him onto the ship and more or less wrestled him - over Ori's loud protestations - into a seat and buckled him in.

"Group one ready to go!" Fili called cheerfully, because four was a full load for the Jackrabbit.

Beyond several minutes of Ori reaming both Fíli and Kíli out in the most polite fashion possible, the first flight down was uneventful.  By the time the princes were rolling out the door like puppies, chattering about a nearby waterfall perfect for trying to break their necks jumping off of, Ori was relaxed enough to inform them he wouldn’t even go for help and they deserved everything they got.

----

It did take the Rabbit several trips, of course, and Nori didn’t bother to hide a little grin when Dwalin glowered his way into a seat instead of staying aboard.  Ori would be pleased.

Nori's final trip was meant to be only Balin and Dis, since the king generally preferred to stay with the ship.  However, he ended up with three passengers again - this time at the insistence of the Retribution's stubborn, powerful, kind, loving, and beautiful first officer.

The sound of boots coming down the short hallway to the Retribution’s tiny ship bay was accompanied by the pleasant growl of the captain’s voice.  "Someone should stay with the ship-"

"She's being monitored, Thorin."  Ah, the motherly Dis, her voice warm.  Lines crinkled beside her blue eyes as they came into view – this was the voice she used when dealing with her sons, or calling her husband back aboard the Ered Luin.

"I really don't need to-"

"Yes you do, Thorin."

"I'd love to catch up on some sleep-"

"Sounds like an excellent excuse for a moonlit nap."

"Really, Dis, this isn't necess-"

"Thorin, you are going down to this planet with me and that's final.  No more discussion, no more whinging, no more trying to wriggle out of it.”  Her voice sharpened, and now she sounded like the prince she was, destined to be the new Heir one day, if she didn’t abdicate for her son.  “Thorin, you’re becoming more and more on edge.  You need to get your feet on some stone and take a few days to breathe.”  She reached out and rested her hands on his shoulders.  Dis was a tall female, not much shorter than her brother.  “Thorin, I know better than anyone else what this mission means to you.  We’ll be at Shire in just a couple of weeks.  Taking a couple of days to feel the soil and relax will be good for you.  You’ll see.”  

Thorin, the Heir of Durin, captain of their ship, brooding and silent and often difficult to understand -

-was also no fool.

He leaned forward, his forehead touching lightly against his sister’s.  Thorin trusted his sister’s council; he said she had given him reason to, all their adult lives.  “All right, Dis.  I’ll do my best.”

“Good,” she said, giving his right braid a tug, a sign of affection her younger son had picked up for his brother as well.  “That’s all I’m asking for.”

Thorin boarded the Jackrabbit with his usual look of faint concern that Nori's precious lady might fall apart in seconds.  Dis boarded with her usual grin and warm hello.  She was a dwarf who properly appreciated a ride in a small ship helmed by a brilliant pilot.

"Buckle your harnesses!" Nori called cheerfully, and if perhaps he did a loop de loop on the way down, it certainly wasn't just to see the alarm of his captain's usually immobile face.

[ssretribution]

Beyond These Stars teaser photoset - Kili

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