92A/N: These are all just random ideas that I come up with and prompts from you guys and tumblr. Most likely they will not be edited or expanded, so quality is not guaranteed. I hope you enjoy them, though!
Fíli awoke from his near-sleep as Kíli climbed into bed, but he said nothing. Instead he let out a soft sigh and buried his face deeper into his pillow. Once again, Kíli had come home late – too late – and Fíli was sure that he would not want to talk about it, as usual. Kíli thought it was a secret, but Fíli knew. Of course he knew. Kíli was terrible at keeping secrets, especially from Fíli. They were written all over his face.
At first, Kíli seemed fine. He lay down softly and curled up into his usual position – on his side, facing Fíli. A moment later, his foot touched Fíli's leg. Kíli always slept like this, just barely touching his older brother, as if to assure himself throughout the night that Fíli was there. Then, for a few minutes, all was silent, save for the two brothers' breathing.
Then Fíli heard it. A sharp intake of breath that was quickly silenced; then Kíli stiffened and shied away from his brother, rolling onto his other side. Fíli knew something was wrong then. He silently lifted his head and squinted in the darkness, trying to make out his brother's form. Kíli's shoulders were shaking. Fíli's heart dropped.
"Kee," he breathed, reaching out hesitantly. Instantly Kíli's shoulders stopped shaking, and his head lifted.
"Do you – uh – do you need to talk?" he said.
"I'm fine," Kíli said, but his cracking voice betrayed him.
"Don't lie to me, you ass."
A choked chuckle escaped from Kíli, and Fíli finally laid a hand on his little brother's shoulder. Kíli stiffened under his touch, but Fíli squeezed gently and reassuringly and waited.
Within moments Kíli had turned back around and pulled himself close; his face smashed into Fíli's chest, his arms crossed protectively over himself. Fíli responded by wrapping one arm tightly around his brother's shoulders and filtering the fingers of the other hand into Kíli's hair. A muffled hum came from Kíli's throat, followed by a shuddering breath.
"D'you want to talk?" Fíli said softly.
Kíli shook his head and breathed deeply, attempting to compose himself. Fíli smiled sadly and nodded, and then kissed the dark head of hair pressed into his chest.
"Well, whenever, then," he said, dropping his chin onto Kíli's head. He would open up before long. He wasn't good at suffering alone. Until then, Fíli would be there, as a big brother should be. He would hold him or he would listen or he would help in any way he could; whatever Kíli needed, he would be there for him. For now, if all Kíli needed was a hug – well, Fíli could do that.