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Thank you so much, my friend! That’s high praise coming from you, and I really appreciate it!

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[dragons-quill]

Kiss Thirteen: Gulf of Lune

This is a gift for @drakkhammerwrites! 

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It wouldn’t be quite fair to say that surfing came naturally to them, but Fíli and Kíli felt confident that they had a somewhat lower occurrence of face plants than a good number of beginners.  They were strong and solid, with fair balance and low centers of gravity – all of which worked in their favor when they first took to the waves.

Lune was a gulf, of course, so the waves were hardly the sort you’d see out on the islands.  More experienced surfers tended to toss their long braids and disparage the small waves that made their way to Lune’s coast; but it was plenty for a pair just starting out.  Especially a pair starting out who were too stubborn to start with basic paddling.   No, they were going straight to surfing or nothing!

If their poor bodies ended up bruised and beaten because of it, well, that was the price one paid for glory.  At least they were bruised and beaten together, and had an excellent excuse to laze around in a hot bath, trying to loosen the muscles enough to face another attempt the next day.

Their three buns approved as well – any excuse to get the two of them still and lazy in the evening, perfectly situated to serve their true purposes as bun chairs: Dot bossily in control of Kíli’s lap, MegaBun sprawling lazily across both, and NewBun curled up like a precious little ball of fluff on Fíli’s shoulder.

“He makes a decent heating bun,” Fíli said one night after an especially disastrous crash, and Kíli murmured sleepy agreement. 

With time and effort, however, both brothers learned to stand and ride on the waves, hooting and hollering with enthusiasm more suited to the high breakers of the Enchanted Isles.  They rose out of the relatively small waves like well-tanned young gods, striking through the waves, rolling into the sand, laughing, calling out and one-upping each other, until they splashed and tumbled to the shore and rolled neatly to their feet.

The resultant chorus of wolf whistles and cheers did nothing to calm their fun-fueled egos.

They didn’t garner the attention of the local paper, however, until the day MegaBun decided, in his immense wisdom, that he, too, wished to ride the waves.

“He’ll drown,” Fíli worried, as MegaBun parked himself on Kíli’s board and refused to move.

“Aw, come on, you can’t deny him the call of the waves!” Kíli protested.  “Look at that face!  He’s a wild bun!”

Mega blinked sleepily at them and hunkered down a bit more, his long ears flopped dramatically at his sides.

Fíli shook his head.  “I know they can swim but this seems dangerous-”

“Oh, stop being an old man.”  Kíli lifted the board with extreme care.   “We’ll just paddle a bit and it’ll be awesome.  He has his leash on, I’ll hold on to it, and we won’t go on any actual waves.”

Fíli definitely didn’t look approving, but he did shrug acquiescence.  “He’s your bun.”

Kíli snorted and started into the water.  “They’re usually only my buns when they eat the wallpaper!” he called over his shoulder as he waded to water deep enough to set down his board.

MegaBun never wavered.

From the first moment, he was a brick of a bun, perfectly balanced, and easily attuned to the shifting water, the gentle swells.

He was a master of the (very small) waves.

The first time Kíli insisted on standing and taking on a small breaker, Fíli yelled at him from the beach, foreseeing rabbit disaster.

But MegaBun just lifted his face into the spray and luxuriated in their shared power over mother nature.

“That,” Bilbo commented on a rare day at the beach with the Boffins, “is a seriously happy bun.”

And he snapped a picture that ended up on the front page of the local paper’s Fun in the Sun page: Surfing Bunny Takes on Lune Waves.

Both Fíli and Kíli loved it, and Fíli – despite making Kíli promise to only paddle with their precious bundle from now on – framed it and stuck it on the wall of their living room.  

It wasn’t the only photo Bilbo took that day, though, nor was it the only one that ended up adorning the walls of their precious home.  Their favorite was of both of them, MegaBun hanging docilely from Kíli’s arms, more asleep than awake, as Fíli leaned in and pressed a laughing kiss to Kíli’s lips that tasted of salt, and joy, and sunshine.

This photo – wet and sandy and a little sunburnt on Fíli’s part – was given a place of honor in their old-fashioned kitchen, right where they would see it when they made breakfast in the morning.  

“It feels like home,” Kíli said as Fíli carefully straightened it to perfection.  And Fíli, his eyes warm, pulled Kíli close and kissed him again.  And again.

And he kissed his Kíli there every morning thereafter, cups of coffee in hand, the sun rising over the beach, and buns dancing around their feet.

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Consider it done! :-)

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[ceallaig1]

moodboard/aesthetic/whatever you call one of these things: Kili from drakkhammer’s amazing fic Chase the Wind. This is choreographed to the song that I think of as Kili’s theme in the story, Man in Motion (theme from St. Elmo’s Fire) by John Parr. If you’ve read this story (and if you haven’t what are you waiting for?), see if you don’t agree:

Growin' up, you don't see the writing on the wall Passin' by, movin' straight ahead, you knew it all But maybe sometime if you feel the pain You'll find you're all alone, everything has changed

Play the game, you know you can't quit until it's won Soldier on, only you can do what must be done You know in some way you're a lot like me You're just a prisoner and you're tryin' to break free

[Chorus] I can see a new horizon underneath the blazin' sky I'll be where the eagle's flying higher and higher Gonna be your man in motion, all I need is a pair of wheels Take me where my future's lyin', St. Elmo's Fire

Burning up, don't know just how far that I can go (just how far I go) Soon be home, only just a few miles down the road I can make it, I know I can You broke the boy in me, but you won't break the man

[Chorus]

I can climb the highest mountain, cross the wildest sea I can feel St. Elmo's Fire burnin' in me, burnin' in me

Just once in his life a man has his time, and my time is now, I'm coming alive I can hear the music playin', I can see the banners fly Feel like you're back again, and hope ridin' high Gonna be your man in motion, all I need is a pair of wheels Take me where my future's lyin', St. Elmo's Fire

[Chorus]

I can climb the highest mountain, cross the wildest sea I can feel St. Elmo's Fire burnin' in me

Burnin', burnin' in me, I can feel it burnin' Oooh, burnin' inside of me... (to fade)

John Parr - St. Elmo's Fire (man In Motion) Lyrics | MetroLyrics

[rainpuddle13]

Bubble bath - your choice

 Alice didn’tknow what she did to deserve a man like Philip, but who was she to questionwhatever divine intervention it was that had brought him into her life.  The soft scent of roses teased her nose themoment she reached the landing at the top of the stairs, and she couldn’t help butsmile – not only had he waited up for her, he’d drawn her a hot bubble bath. He truly does know me, she mused toherself, entering their room to find him waiting for her with a tumbler ofwhiskey in hand.

“Care tojoin me in the bath, handsome?” she asked huskily, cheeks heating underhis intense gaze as she started to causally strip off her clothes, leaving atrail in her wake. “You could scrub my back for me.”

[lakritzwolf]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Almighty Johnsons, Being Human BBC Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Mitchell/Anders Characters: John Mitchell, Anders Johnson Additional Tags: Summer Fandom Exchange, Where am I and who the hell is sleeping next to me?, I'm so screwed - no more jaeger bombs, Damn he's cute! Summary:

Summer Fandom Exchange 97: He woke up, and after looking around he realized he had no idea where he was, much less who this was in bed beside him.

This was too much fun to pass up. :)