#kililas

[shipping-world1994]

Legolas: Hello?

Kili, on the other end of the phone: oh thank God you picked up

Kili: I need $5,000

Legolas: What?! What for?!

Kili: escape room

Legolas: what the fuck escape room costs $5,000?!

Kili:

Legolas:

Kili: jail

[azurebones]

Legolas: I’m in love with you.

Kili: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.

Legolas: I know.

Kili: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

[vi-no-na]

[verycorrectlotr]

i wrote the legolas/kili smut i'm so proud of the confusion i have caused :)

keep up the good work anon sfjkdd

[azurebones]

Thorin: Fuck Legolas!

Kili: I want to!

Thorin: Ye-WHAT?!

[kanawolf]

After watching a few crack ship videos, I now have a mighty need for a fic where everything is the same, except for Tauriel and Legolas’s roles are reversed, with Tauriel teasing Legolas about Kili (also for the Durin’s to still live)

[matttheratkingart]

Kili had never felt Hatred in its pure form. He had never known the rage and violence that his uncle carried with him for many years, never tasted the bitter venom of fury and the flaming desire to kill. He has been angry, has been offended and disgusted but not once in his life had his anger fill him so completely and brought his darkest impulses to the surface. 

He had never felt it, but he supposes it's something akin to what he's feeling now.

He pushes his weight forward, legs bracketing Legolas' chest and trapping the elf's arms to the ground. He vaguely hears Tauriel yelling at him to stop, but it's far away and drowned out by the pounding in his ears and the ragged breath Legolas takes as Kili's hands, dirty and sweaty from gripping a sword, squeeze tighter around his neck. Kili can feel blood oozing from his nose, possibly broken, and registers the hot sting of tears in his eyes, but still he does not stop, cannot stop, and digs his fingers into the pale flesh a little more.

Were Kili coherent to anything aside from the life under him and his need for it to cease, he'd wonder how something as simple as a sparing session escalated to this. One moment the two had been casually, if a bit awkwardly, clashing training swords and dodging well-placed kicks. Then, as they had found their rhythm, Legolas had ducked and Kili caught the face of the fair Captain Guard, entering the training grounds and pausing to watch. 

He had paused, staring back at the woman he loved, or thought he loved, or once loved, he couldn't be sure anymore, and didn't see the strike before the elbow connected harshly with his nose.

Kili cried out, dropping to his knees and clutching his face. Wet warmth began to run into his fingers and he looked up to see Legolas standing above him, his face a picture of detached apathy, save a slightly raised brow.

Something deep in Kili snapped, a sickening lurch of red across his vision, and suddenly he was angry; Angry at himself, angry at their marriage, angry at his uncle and the kingdoms and maybe even at Tauriel. But mostly he was so, so angry at Legolas. All the turmoil he had been harboring the months living out the mockery of a union burst forth in an uncontrolled fire, and all other things faded to nothing as Kili screamed and lunged at the Elf Prince.

Now his arms began to ache, shaking slightly under exertion and the bruises blossoming under his sleeves. Still he pushed, watching with wide eyes as his husband labored under him, the sharp blue of his still open eye glazing slightly, once flawless pale skin now blotchy and red, silken blond hair clumped with dirt and in disarray about his face. This once ethereal being, tall and fair and utterly untouchable, infuriatingly perfect, was struggling, broken, made real to Kili, truly, for the first time since the wedding.

And as Kili felt a pair of strong arms wrench him of the elf, the only thought he could piece together was how beautiful Legolas looked.

long long added piece to this and this.

emotions are hard

[matttheratkingart]

"That is what you are, is it not? Unless that ceremony was for another dwarf?"

It was and you know it. Kili clenches his jaw, biting back on the words and fighting the bitterness blooming in his gut. He had made the decision to take his brother's place in this union, he had chosen to save Fili from a marriage that would ruin not only the kingdom, but his life. Kili did this to himself, for his brother, so he keeps his mouth shut and continues to play with a strand of the elf's hair.

Legolas waits for Kili to answer, asking again when there is none given, "What troubles you?"

"What do you care?"

"I've been told communication is important in a marriage." There's a lilt of disdain under the last word Legolas doesn't try to hide.

Kili scowls. "This isn't a marriage, it's a joke. Everyone knows this is to make it seem like our kingdoms will be joined now, that there'll be peace between us, but it's just a farce. It's stupid. I don't love you," he looks into the elf's eyes, "I don't think I even like you."

Legolas looks back, infuriatingly passive. The corner of his mouth twitches."The sentiment is shared. On both accounts."

If it were possible Kili frowns even more. "Good.Fine. Glad that's settled." He heaves a sigh and briefly glances at the ceiling. "So what now?"

"Now?" Legolas shifts slightly so his head is resting on Kili's chest, pointed ear pressed against his heartbeat. "Now we make do of the situation. Do what we can to keep peace, perhaps try to get along enough for the treaty's sake." Kili looks down to see his wedded close his eyes.

"Or I could drop dead."

Legolas smiles softly. "Hm. Whichever comes first."

Super long excerpt from the fanfiction I never finished/will probably never finish. I feel forever bad about that