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astrovian · 4 years

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the official ranking of Claude Becker outfits

the official ranking of Daniel Miller outfits here

the official ranking of Adam Price outfits here

all Claude Becker outfits & rankings under the cut

we all know RA looks good in a suit, blah, blah, blah

after two of these rankings, this outfit is the physical embodiment of a yawn

I do appreciate the patterned tie to change things up a tad even if I’m not into the pattern itself. the intent is there, just not the execution

I will give props to the team for giving Claude a patterned dress shirt here (you have to squint a bit on the second image - more on patterned dress shirts later), but they really should have upped the game a little - change the tie & be less subtle with the shirt pattern

and I ask you, does Claude Becker not strike you as a man who would insist on at least a pocket square with his suits?? dream bigger stylists

3/10

@whoever stores old movie props if these weren’t disposed of immediately after filming i will pay you for a copy of one of these

putting aside the hilarious social commentary and fucking literal writing on this magazine cover done by some poor prop designer at 2am (”How to starve artists and other capitalist things”, as well as ”Claude Becker rolls up his shirtsleeves and unties his tie and puts on a vest and casually hangs his hands from his pockets” etc.), this is a nice change-up that made me question why we don’t have RA in just a waistcoat and dress shirt more often

also that tie pattern? fab. I love it. that is how to do a patterned tie. I hope we all know RA looks good in a suit, blah, blah, blah is paying attention

that being said, minimal points because we don’t actually see Claude wearing it in real life

4/10

where, oh where is my polo shirt? oh look, it’s right there

is there any RA character who is not afflicted with a polo shirt? not recently, apparently

I genuinely thought that it was a dress shirt for a moment which had me disappointed at the banality but then that turned into utter devastation as I realised we actually are looking at a long sleeve zip up polo shirt

the draping of the coat? phenomenal and what really brings this entire thing together

the long/three-quarter sleeves? the zip-up rather than buttons? better than one can normally expect from a polo shirt... and then they went and added stripes to the collar and sleeves?? regret

could be a lot worse but could ultimately also not be a polo shirt as well 4.5/10

could have tried harder during lessons but was a pleasure to have in class

I’m sure you all know my long-sleeve shirt obsession with RA but I made a promise to be honest with myself on these lists. the only feeling this outfit evokes is a ‘eh’

the equivalent of a middle slider 5/10

the Claude you’d actually have a fun day with

there’s something about RA in a hoody that just bangs. good lord I also have a weakness for those forearms

I also thought for a good moment these were dark jeans, but they disappointingly turn out to be sweatpants? however, it has made me think that we need to see RA in some darker denim shades more often

this Claude is could have tried harder during lessons but was a pleasure to have in class but with just a little more fun and class to boost it *just* outside of the ‘eh’ zone

5.2/10

now this is how we do a long-sleeved shirt

I think it’s been fairly well-established by now that loose, long-sleeved RA is my ultimate weakness, so it’s nice to see that Ocean’s 8 is also making a concerted effort to murder me

also Claude’s obsession with sweatpants is giving me life

this is the Claude you make pasta with. and that pasta would be damn tasty, too

5.9/10

come hither

just-woken-up Claude is made 100x better by the bed head hair and the sleepy gaze

this man needs to get back into bed for a snuggle (preferably with me)

I can’t decide if I’m into the loose boxers or missing the tighter Adam Price undies. either way, it’s definitely not a bad aesthetic. and it reminds me, like dad chic Adam Price, that we don’t get enough of RA in shorts

I feel bad assigning numbers to a a shirtless one BUT Claude does transform into being fully-clothed in this scene so I’m going with it 6.4/10

you can kiss my hand anytime

the blessing of this film is not only the visual assault of attractive actors from all sides and genders, but it also instigates in me the thought that RA is wearing printed dress shirts and I can’t remember the last time I saw this?? I never even realised how much I need to see a lot more of this kind of look on RA until we were blessed with this vision

look at those lil’ elephants!! adorable. I hope Claude has a closet full of these with different animals on them

this outfit was so good, RA even wore it in his behind-the-scenes interview

7/10 for a printed, suited dream

the Claude you take home to mom & dad

god, it’s even better without the suit jacket

this is my honest appeal to the powers that may or may not be to put RA in more printed dress shirts

7.6/10

sometimes I think I should be more ashamed of myself

I feel like I need to preface this one thusly: okay, but like hear me out for real this time

I know this is ultimate hipster white-dude look and RA plays into that character so fantastically with Claude here. I mean just look at his expression. something about this whole look makes me want to simultaneously punch this man in the face and also take him home with me

this is a man who you know is a mistake before you make it, but choose to follow through anyway. he’s that last shot of tequila or the 5th glass of wine. you know you would go for him too. don’t even try to deny it

is the high ranking because of the novelty factor? is it because I’ve never seen RA wear a beanie like that and honestly the infamous running Daniel Miller could take notes? is it because I can’t take anyone who wears a beanie like that seriously?

all we do know is that I also can’t believe this is so high on the list

7.8/10

the moment we all learned Claude is 100% a bottom

one of the most iconic Claude moments in the film. RA plays the ‘dumb horny idiot’ character so well in this scene

not so into the pinstriped suit jacket but the hoodie peeking out from underneath combined with the thin scarf makes it for me

8/10

question: how may teeny-weeny scarves does Claude own, exactly?

who could forget the iconic moment when Sandra Bullock nearly shivs RA?

we have another printed dress shirt and I am HERE for it. it even has birds this time!! nice to see that Claude is not just a land mammal sort of man

I will concede that this is the sort of pattern that few men can pull off but RA is making it work and I am living

8.7/10

I’m not sure I can make a comment on this one that is even remotely appropriate except for “I told you Claude is a bottom”

safety first, buy some proper restraints for the bedroom please Claude/10

modern royalty au Thorin

this is the moment that every single Hobbit fan went “hell yeah, now I have the perfect new aesthetic for my modern royalty Hobbit AU” (as an avid lotr/hobbit fan, I am not joking here)

RA looks like royalty here because he should be. please sign my petition to have RA usurp the British Queen

for real though, that baby blue sash is the 1000% perfect added touch to this suit and we love RA in a baby blue. a decent (and clearly successful) effort to match the faux Met Gala theme: European royalty. however, it is also pretty accurate re: the imaginative effort that most men have with altering their Met Gala outfits to fit that year’s theme

we need more RA in ‘modern royal’ roles for the #aesthetic and also so that he can dress like this more often

9.3/10 for a princely (or dare I say kingly?) figure

James Corden looks so gleeful running after Claude that it makes me happy. I get it, James. I get it

there’s really nothing spectacular about the general outfit here - except for the swagger RA is giving this

pants? shirt? boring, meh

check scarf? a brilliant switch up from Claude’s normal thin scarves.

the popped coat? now we’re cooking

the sunglasses and wind-ruffled hair that screams “I’m hungover but I still look effortlessly handsome”? delectable

the dogs?? the best set dressing one could ask for

the attitude and ‘I’m too cool for you’ swagger? priceless and what makes this the second-best outfit of the whole film

9.6/10 this man could punch me and I would be grateful

hot diggity dog, someone get me Claude’s handcuffs

from the front view, it could be argued that this outfit (well, technically it may not really be a separate outfit as it’s the undone version of modern royalty au Thorin), while fairly exceptional, does not first place make

however, someone had the idea to shoot RA from a side angle in this and for that I am eternally in their debt

it’s all about the tease with this one. the glimpse of the suspenders (and holy shit, RA in suspenders was not a look I had thought about before). the way the waist coat hangs off Claude’s chest like that, just enough to make its presence obvious. the cufflinks. the delicate pocket watch chain.

if previous outfits on this list have been all sex and swagger, this is the foreplay. the subtle strip tease.

10/10

#thanks for the responses to my photoshoot query y'all I think that is next #though it might be a two-parter given the volume of photoshoots #then thinking lucas north after that #hoping to get photoshoots pt. 1 done next week sometime anyway #but who knows because good ol' Boris Johnson is sending me back into an unsafe environment to teach germ-riddled teens very shortly #so I need to spend some serious time doing prep work for that over the coming week #let's pray I don't catch covid from the kids until I can get vaccinated in summer!!!#based on previous experiences I give it 1 & 1/2 weeks before us teachers start dropping like flies #ANYWAY #richard armitage #claude becker #ocean's 8 #ocean's eight #oceans 8 #oceans eight

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khaotungsfirst · 4 years

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ali‘s embarrassing celebrity crushes throughout the years

thank you to @fengqing for wanting me to expose myself, i hope y’all don’t judge me too much 🥴i had to go through my archive to remember most of these cause as fast as these crushes hit me sometimes, some of them went away just as quickly.

tagging: @schnaf @manhasetardis @morifinwes @xiaodaozhang @huigusu @yibocrisis

ok here we go, putting it under a read more cause this got long

MEN (since 2006)

tom kaulitz nothing more attractive to 10 year-old me than this 15 year-old with dreadlocks and pants that hit the floor askdjhgkjfdg

joseph gordon-levitt i..... can’t even explain this?? lmao.. i mean inception was and is my favourite movie but not because of him so like??

niall horan niall girls unite!! i was a niall girl until i got into larry and then that was all i cared about for a long time ksadjgkdf but i still love him!

dan howell he was funny and british, that’s it

dylan o’brien listen every teen wolf fan was mainly there for him, don’t even lie about it

seb stan holy shit i was crushing on him so hard after the winter soldier came out. he was the epitome of perfection to me! this was a big one for me but it went downhill once he started growing out his hair afgkjdfgjkd retrospectively i’m not sure if i was only thirsting after him because everyone else on my dash was doing it (also does anyone remember political animals??)

dane dehaan oh god..... listen, it’s all the fault of the amazing spiderman 2! also his look is so versatile like in some photos he looks really nice and in others..... 😬yikes lmao skdjgfdk idk man

loïc nottet this was a short-lived crush but he absolutely killed it at the 2015 esc and tumblr went wild over him so... 🤷🏻‍♀️

marc bartra so we’re getting into football players now and just look at him! he joined my favourite team (bvb) and i immediately loved him cause he made such an effort to integrate himself. after the team bus was attacked and he got injured my love for him only increased. he just seems so sweet and nice aaahh

niklas stark idek how i came to know abt him cause he plays for hertha which i don’t care abt aksjgjghjf but he has such a beautiful smile i think that’s what got me

andré silva i just thought he looked neat (still does but he doesn’t blow me away anymore)

héctor bellerín 2016 bellerín?? oof!! don’t look him up on google tho, he’s had a lot of... questionable hair and fashion choices throughout the years 🥴the way we all dragged him for it was really funny tho. i still love him he’s a great guy always supporting good causes

arón piper listen earrings and curly hair maketh the man

matthías tryggvi haraldsson once again a crush resulting from esc. he was my icon before i turned into a mdzs blog. i don’t even think he’s super attractive, i just love the contrast between hatari matti and normal matti

harry styles i’ve given in to the harry supremacy propaganda. he really is my favourite 1d member these days, musically-wise and looks-wise

bill kaulitz we’ve come full circle!! nowadays bill is my favourite kaulitz twin. it’s funny cause they literally have the same face so it all just comes down to how they present themselves and bill is just my preference

MEN (recently/currently)

wang yibo i don’t even have words!!! his look, his personality, his talent just!!! I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM!! (as we all do) (also big genvy causer)

lesbian yibo this gets a separate bullet point cause i had this realisation like two weeks after falling for regular yibo but oh boi am i gay for her

xiao zhan he’s just.. so pretty and lovely. i thought about putting wwx into the fictional characters category cause i think xz looks the prettiest as wwx but xz as a person just seems so nice and down to earth that i had to put him here

bright (vachirawit chivaaree) a baby!!! his smile is so pretty and overall he gives off very ~soft~ vibes. also how does he look so good when crossdressing??

boun (noppanut guntachai) once again the jewellery got me. boys with earrings really will be my downfall one day... (this is not to say that he isn’t pretty without them, his face is also very much up there on reasons why i stan him)

tul (pakorn thanasrivanitchai) get you a man who is as comfortable in his masculinity and sexuality as tul

felix lee will i ever get over the dissonance between his looks and his voice?? probably not. also he’s just a fucking cutie

hyunjin felix might be my bias (oh god i’m starting to speak in kpop lingo) but i’m also kinda simping for him, what can i say?

WOMEN (sadly not as many but you know, heteronormativity)

scarlett johansson literally everyone on this planet thinks she’s hot and they’re right (yeah she’s kinda problematic but i can still appreciate her looks)

halsey remember when halsey used to kiss her fans at her concerts?? completely unrelated to that, i really wanted to go to one of her concerts..... 🙃 also i once dyed my hair blue bc of her

kiko mizuhara she was fancast as blue from the raven cycle so many times and i was so on board with it cause in my head she fit the character perfectly but maybe that’s just because i thought she was really really beautiful and wanted to see more of her 🤷🏻‍♀️

rihanna i mean... c’mon

michelle phan oh man this goes way back.. she was one of the first youtubers i watched in like 2010 before i even played with makeup myself. she just always gave off such calming vibes and she seems so nice. also look at her 😍

zendaya oof zendaya is a big one for me. she’s just so fucking beautiful just... how?? what??? i- AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

lena i started actively following her on ig after she released her last album in 2019 (which is great btw) and... damn girl do i want to be you or date you??

xuan lu oh god she’s so adorable but then also so hot but then also so etheral but then also so cute but then also so beautiful but then also s-

FICTIONAL CHARACTERS

stefan salvatore (tvd) gotta love how even at 14 i already knew not to make the toxic choice 😊

legolas (lotr) if you didn’t have a legolas phase you’re lying

draco malfoy (hp) if villain bad then why sexy?

anakin skywalker (star wars) if villain bad then why sexy? 2

noora amalie sætre (skam) she’s just really pretty, ok? the red lipstick didn’t help either...

chris p (skam) if villain bad then why sexy? 3 (ok he’s not a villain but he’s an asshole)

tokio (money heist) hhnnnnnnnggggggg girl with a gun make brain go brrr

wen qing (the untamed) funny how in the show i’m simping for wq but irl i prefer xuan lu... someone explain that to me. but anyways, she’s pretty, she’s fierce, and she looks fucking hot in red

#tag game #this took forever omg

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idjitlili · 4 years

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Heat of the moment

Thorin x reader

As requested on quotev , by a lovely reader, they wanted more thorin so here you are.

Summary: you end up in middle earth , only to fall for the dwarven king.

N/o/p= number of pillows Chips= fries , we British here, plus in lotr Sam calls them chips so that's how it's gonna be. Fries are skinny chips. Word count:2673

It was a day in July , well night you had fell asleep in your bed in your room on your n/o/p ,nice and toasty. You had been dreaming about eating a nice bunch of chips , golden thick potatoes. They tasted like keanu reeves love in a potato. oh how you wish to real live that, but you were roughly awoke by something prickly poking you. "Five more minutes ,mummy /mommy/mama." You groaned as the thing stopped poking you, you felt rough ground stabbing your back as you rolled over.

You felt under you with your left hand to only to feel your mattress sheet not your mattress , and just your fluffy blanket you used in the summer instead of the duvet somethings. You slowly opened your eyes , as the bright light hit your eyes , causing you to groan again rubbing your eyes to make them focus. When you opened them again you were faced with a bunch of short men and an old man and an even shorter man. You look at them wide eye, as hatted dwarf held a stick that poked you they look at you in confusion some held weapons.

"Why are you in my room?!" You had almost shouted , grabbing a pillow holding it up in defence,you looked pretty bad,what you gonna do braid eachothers hair and have a pillow fight. Its only lucky that you had put your new pair of shoes in their box on the other side of your bed ,with socks so you could cherish them. Well be ready for the next day,to wear them inside.Little did you know would be travelling with these short men,due to the wizards say so. "uh,lass this is the forest." the short man with the stick and hat had spoken up causing you to gasp when noticed you were in a forest,and so was your bed,you could ony come up with answer to this mess...

"HElp! I've been kidnapped." you had shouted,remove your blanket pulling on your socks and shoes ,standing up,before you can run the majestic hair dwarf shouts. "circle her lads," and with that a barrier of short men surround you. You stood on your bedding ,luckily in clean shoes ,and your night clothes aka a strappy top,with your favourite tv show characters on it,and the shorts that come with,and yeah they are short. You were exposed by strange men ,and you didnt like that,your bust on show and yours ass if you bent over. Thats what she said.

You picked up your blanket ,placing the pillow down,wrapping it around you ,to cover youself. "what do you want from me?" you had spoke anooyed by the sitution,though the majestic man was quite the looker,if you were honest."your the only that fell out of the sky,what do you want?" A short ginger one had growled ,pissed off."what Gloin is trying to say is that we never touched you ,Dwalin was on watch when you fell ,we do not know how you didnt wake up from the impact." the shoretest man that reminded you very much of John waston from sherlock.

You didnt know what to think of the sitution ,then the man that was apparently a wizard spoke to you and the majestic man privately,saying that he was going to try get you home ,after you admitted you never had heard of Rohan ,or erebor or middle earth,concluding you werent from this world. So basically the wizard you know as now Gandalf is forcing this other dude who is a dwarf , a dwarf! Can you believe it? on this journey to reclaim his home ,he wasnt impressed but soon enough he agreed.

Gandalf had forced the company to stop at a small village :so he could buy you clothes,a tooth brush,cleaning supplies and womanly products,you had thanked him dearly. You now wore ,your small trainers with these legging pants and a tunic plus a coat but it was too hot for that right now,during the day anyways. Then you all were back on the road ,and you would have to share a pony with one of the dwarves,which ended up with you sharing with Thorin's youngest nephew.

It didnt take much for you to lift yourself up on the pony,well actually you just swung your leg up and boom you sat upon it as kili mounts behind you struggling a bit. "damn ,miss y/n those are some long legs." he had smirked from behind ,you felt like he was going to be doing a lot of flirting. "uh yeah ,puberty does that sometimes." you spoke gripping the rains of the pony lightly,as the company began to move.your coat in your new bag on the side of the pony hanging,leaving you in your tunic and pants,kili pushed at against you back,one arm around your waist.

"I would sure love to get lost in them." his grip tightened a little,as fili laughed at his brothers remark,your face screwed up."..uh...how long do dwarves live generally?" you questioned,to anyone in ear range. "around 200-250 years ,lassie." Bofur spoke up behind you ,you hummed in response. "and how old are you kili?" Thorin was listening in on the conversation as the whole company had went silent to hear it too. "77." he was confused at what you were gettingat ,he was a little scared even.

"right so the average human lives for 80 years ,right. So if you was to date or court me ,i'll be dead before you mature." bilbo laughed at you ,with some of the others. "what are you getting at?" he stated his face like pink with embarrassment. "if i was to get with any dwarf ,they would be older."you had smirked thinking of someone in mind,Thorin smiled to himself only Dwalin was able to see,he smirked at him,for Thorin to give him a look which almost told him to drop it. Which he didnt later he would tease him.

Thorin had grew to like you more than a member of his company,in the past couple of weeks ,as did you he was very attractive how could you not. Now you were in Rivendell,in which Elrond had supplied the company with food as he talked to andalf about you.It concluded he had no idea how this could happen and then later they would talk to lady galadriel about it. she didnt have a clue,except galadriel thought there was a reason you were brought to this world and you should carry on with the company.

After that you had been led to your room,which had a bloody bath,oh my you were so glad about. Once you had finish you had wrapped a single towel around your body,going to get dressed ,at this point it was late at night everyone would have been asleep by now.However before you could even dress,your bag was gone,with all your clothes ,and an elf had taken your dirty ones when you had gotten in the bath. You had no clue what to do,you would not go to sleep naked in the elves guest bed,not that they werent clean,youjust never know whos been in there or done what.

You decided the best thing to do was go wondering around until you found someone,just in a towel and your shoes,wet hair sticking to your skin ,making you shiver. Opening the beautiful carved pine door,quietly ,before shutting it behind you walking down the hall. It was more than cold out in the hall,your room had a fire lit by the same elf that took your clothes. In honesty you knew you have to go ask onee of the dwarves if they had a spare tunic or something;but that was an incredibly awkward and emabarrassing.If you went fili he would tell kili and then they would tease you,kili would tell everyone how those legs looked in just his tunic,you didnt want it to happen and you didnt want them laughing at you.

Thorin.

You felt like you could trust him,but you felt like if he saw you like this he would never like you back,and you had developed big feelings for him. Even though you barely spoke,he would check on you regularly not when the others where around,when bathing in the rivers he would stand watch, Apparently just incase you drown ,or the others especially his nephews tried peeking or you got attacked. Some how he would know when you got your period he take your watch ,lay hot stones in your bed ,he even made you tea.Dwalin would grin,knowing his bestfriend deeply cared for the human from another world. Damn Thorin and those thic-

you were so deep in thought you didnt notices a figure walk out thier door as you walked down the hall,causing you crash into them. You had lost grip of the towel ,only for the figure to pull you against them holding the back of the towel up,pulling around your sides. You gasped,scared the figure had seen your breasts,but their actions were so sonic speed they hadnt and you were pressed against their muscular chest. You had looked up to see Thorin ,your eyes had widened,you had taken the sides of the towel wrapping around yourself again ,as Thorin looked away. "I-im so sorry." you had spoken stuttering slightly,looking at the floor,before going to walk away,but Thorin had gripped your arm stopping you. "what are doing out here,y/n,in just a towel." he had asked sternly,he thought you were to no good,if you get me,and he was not impressed.

"uh..well.um I had a bath went to get dressed but my bag was gone,so it turns out they had told me that they were going to gift me stuff..but they must have used it for my measurements,okay so I dont know.All i do know is I am search of something to wear,Its freezing." you spoke still not sure on your own words,it didnt seem right that the elves would take all your clothes. "stupid bloody elves,just leave you naked to freeze to death.I have some spare clothes if you need them." he hated the elves more that they had taken your belonging ,yet didnt he liked the way your hair fell once wet and the shine on your skin from the now cold water.

You had nodded eagerly ,he hadled you into his room,guiding you to sit down in the chair next to the fire,whilst he got you cllothes.He had came back with only only his dark blue tunic,handing it to you."I'm sorry ,my spare trousers are currents drying since kili decided to jumped on me covering me in mud like a dog." he spoke turning around allowing you to dress quickly infront of the fire,you let out a small giggle. "its fine,you have helped me so much,i would be laughed at if i had ran into anyone else. Doesnt matter what anyone else says you are very nice dude. thank you so much,goodnight." you had hugged him,he stood there a little taken back at your words hugging you back wishing you goodnight as you went back to your room.

He had watched you leave ,he like seeing you in his tunic,which only reached barely your mid thigh. He knew he wouldnt be sleeping soon,he was glad you bumped into him and not anyone else,he already thought you were beautiful from your personality but now you were bodacious.

In the morning your clothes still hadnt turned up,and an elf had knocked informing you for breakfast ,so you had no choice but to try sort your hair and go to breakfast in just a tunic and shoes.You looked like you were really at home and sorta a whore. Not that it was your fault at all. You had walked there crossing your arms looking down ,mulitple gasps were heard as you arrived.You had quickly sat down to the closest open sit which turns out was next to Thorin. "lass where are your clothes?"

"yeah you are practially naked."

"damn those legs bend over for me." kili had smirked saying the second,only to be kicked hard under the table by thorin ,who you sent a smile to him thanking him.

"treat her with some respect,shes not some bloody toy." Thorin had spat angrily at his nephew ,who looked down in embarrassment. "BAHAHAH YOU MUST BE SO EMBARRASSED." You were tempted to say,pointing at him while laughinghysterically at him,sound like someone? yeah i would show you a picture but he stands to still I cant see him."im sorry ,miss y/n," he spoken sincerely towards you. "itsfine,dont worry about it." you had stated you were embarrassed by the sitution too.

After a few minutes Dwalin decided to break the silence,"lass where are your clothes,seriously?" he asked,he knew that wasnt your shirt.Damn the elves appart from elrond ,and Lindir looked at you in disgust. "uh well,I actually dont know,i got of the bath and then asked couldnt find my bag anywhere." you spoke looking at the fruits that sat infront of you,eating a piece of mellon. "oh miss y/n,i had an extra bag in mine and kili's room,i didnt know where it was from. I'll go get it,it must be yours." and with that fili rushed off to get it fpr you,soon returning passing it to as you place it on the floor. "thank you,fili.2 he had sent you a smile that reminded you deeply of seth rogen ,you couldnt help but picture him as seth rogen if you thought of him,you didnt know why.

And with that everyone was back to eating breakfast;oh what until someone questioned you again. "wait is that uncles tunic?" kili had questioned you ,causing a small blush to apear on your face,you nod going back to eating.Fili and Kili snickered,you looked up glaring at them wanting to know what was so funny. "did you happen to stay with him last night.?" and with that they burst out laughing again ,now with bofur. "are you still tight about me not wanting you to get lost in my legs?hm" you had spoke annoyed ,causing bilbo to luagh,gandalf smirking at you.kili and fili stopped laughing,kili just blushed again. "nothing did happen,but I would mostly definitly enjoy having him in my legs." and with that you got up ,crouching down to grab your bag before heading to your to your room.

Only for Thorin to run after you,you were about to walk into your room,only to be smashed into the wall,lips pressed roughly against yours,you knew who it was from his beard ,and his strength. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist,as his hands cupped your bare bottom gently,before taking you into your room. In the end you did get a proper apology from kili and life was swell.

that was until,HEAT OF THE MOMENT 'rise and shine y/n' joking joking.

Turns out your purpose in middle earth was to save Thorin and his nephews,

idk what happened it went pretty shit.

#the hobbit x reader #the hobbit imagine #thorin the dwarf #thorin oakenshield #thorin x reader #thorin x you #thorin imagine #hobbit x reader #hobbit imagines #hobbit imagine #the hobbit imagines

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kingdomtual · 3 years

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Get to know me tag!

I was tagged by @kingleedo

I’ll tag: @myungho @my-woozi-happiness @redberetjisung and anyone else who would be interested! And if you guys don’t want to do it, don’t sweat it <3

What day is your birthday?

Feb 11th. Winter, babyyyyyy

What is your favorite color?

Lavender

What’s your lucky number?

2. I’m born in the second month, I’m the second child in my family, 11 is 2 ones...like LOL idk it’s weird but it’s my thing

Do you have any pets?

two cats <3 my children

How tall are you?

5′6

How many pairs of shoes do you own?

Three pairs of sneakers, two sandals, and quite a few boots bc I live where it’s mostly cold. Except obviously it’s summer right now

Favorite song?

Hmm. Probably the one song that has been consistent for a long time has been Twilight by Oneus so I’ll just say that LOL can’t stop listening to it

Favorite movie?

The LOTR trilogy, I think. Lots of good memories of watching it while growing up.

Who would be your ideal partner?

I dunno. Someone kind, someone who doesn’t make fun of my interests LOL I’m not too particular. We just have to be on the same wavelength with certain things, while being able to accept our differences.

Do you want children?

Absolutely yes,

Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

Nope, too scared LOL

Baths or showers?

Showers

What color socks are you wearing?

Not wearing socks LOL

What type of music do you like?

Anything from beautiful movie and video game OSTs, to kpop, to Fallout Boy emo music. Like, if something makes my ears freak out with joy then I’m in. Doesn’t really matter what genre it is.

How many pillows do you sleep with?

What position do you usually sleep in?

on my back or my stomach. I have to stop sleeping on my stomach tho because it hurts my back so much

What you don’t like when you are sleeping?

I don’t like being hot I guess LOL I also hate thunderstorms at night bc I’m a light sleeper

What do you typically have for breakfast?

Toast, yogurt, fruit of some sort.

Have you ever tried archery?

Yep. I love it, but I don’t have any reason to do it anymore

Favorite fruit?

Bananas, apples, blueberries

Favorite swear word?

I really don’t curse bc I was raised not to but LOL damn is pretty much as far as I go

Do you have any scars?

Bunches, yes LOL I have like four or five on my back from having moles removed that could have possibly been something cancerous (but weren’t) and one on my knee from falling down as a kid.

Are you a good liar?

Not at all. My face turns red

What is your personality type?

I’m told I’m the ‘mom friend’ and I guess that’s accurate. I just wanna help people out when I can, whether I know them well or not.

What is your favorite type of girls?

LOL I’m not sure?? I mean I don’t have a favorite type

Are you an innie or an outie?

like what?? belly button or? LOL leaving this one up to mystery

Left or right-handed?

Right-handed.

Favorite food?

Literally anything I can mix with rice. Veggies mixed with rice, chicken and veggies mixed with rice, get me that good stirfry. I don’t care, just mix it all.

Favorite foreign food?

Bibimbap and Jajangmyeon. Literally heaven.

Are you a clean or messy person?

Clean. like not perfectly clean but my brain goes ‘brrr’ if my room is too chaotic.

Most used phrase?

‘no worries!’ and ‘right on!’

How long does it take for you to get ready?

Like five minutes

Do you talk to yourself?

Everyday yes LOL

Do you sing to yourself?

I just sing. When I wanna sing I’m gonna be out loud LOL

Are you a good singer?

I had a few leads in musicals as a teen, and I was in choir and stuff, and did a musical or two as a grown up person. I’m not gonna say I’m like. Really good because that’s not true LOL but I can keep on pitch and generally sing well

Biggest Fear?

Wasps and spiders and being alone forever :)

Are you a gossip?

I really try not to be, but it does happen at work sometimes. I do try to set myself right tho and stay out of it.

Do you like long or short hair?

Uhhhh I don’t know LOL depends on my mood. For a long time my hair was very short, but then I started missing my long hair so now it’s getting longer. It just depends on my mood.

Favorite school subject?

Probably literature. eh LOL

Extrovert or Introvert?

Introvert, but I’m a very friendly introvert

What makes you nervous?

Men LOL no but in all seriousness...life does, but I just try to take it in stride and keep it moving forward. I just feel so behind everyone else all the time and I wonder what’s wrong with me, but then I realize a lot of people feel that way. There’s no set path forward. (and I like men ok don’t be mad, it was a joke)

Who was your first real crush?

Samwise Gamgee, ok. My boy! My guy!

How many piercings do you have?

Three for the moment

How fast can you run?

I love exercise, but I hate running. So. I have no idea

What color is your hair?

Dark blonde. just natural out here, ladies

What color are your eyes?

Really dark blue

What makes you angry?

Oh my goodness LOL I don’t know if I can list the amount of things. A lot of stuff does, but I try to temper that with having faith that things will take a turn for the better soon.

Do you like your own name?

I do, yeah. :)

Do you want a boy a girl for a child?

I want a lot of kids so both will likely happen eventually LOL and if not, who cares? either are great

What are you strengths?

I’m kind and don’t judge people at face value. I have really good intuition and pick up vibes on people quickly.

What are your weaknesses?

I’m so afraid of failure that I often don’t even try.

Color of your bedspread?

I think it’s grey.

Color of your room?

White

#LOL #well that was fun #I'm not sure it was exciting to read but yeah #tag game

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girlbookwrm · 6 years

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i can’t believe i’m doing this

@jhscdood listen i got No Time to write the fics for this right now, but have some Fellowship of the Pod People (but not like that) Headcanons.

@ all of the rest of you, please for Eru’s sake help yourselves: literally nothing would make me happier than to have someone else write this shit so i could read it like the lazy asshole i am.

None of this will make a DAMN LICK OF SENSE if you aren’t familiar with the Not Your Mama’s ABO Clownfish AU that @silentwalrus1 created with @skellerbvvt and @galwednesday in the Magnificently Weird MCU Stucky Gem Scents & Sensibility

shit this got hella long don’t look at me but please all feel free to correct/expand/modify because I just whipped these off to decompress after a long day

The Númenóreans are responsible for all that “reef” “pod” and assorted “fishy” terminology, so while “pod” “reef” etc may be the accepted academic names, they’re often replaced with local variants and colloquialisms. The Númenóreans picked this linguistic quirk up from the sea-obsessed Noldor elves, so it’s sometimes used in Rivendell and Lothlorien too.

(The Sindar elves fucking hate that)

(Sindar use bee euphemisms instead. It’s all “hives” and “skeps” etc etc etc. Try to tell me Thranduil isn’t a Queen Bee. I FUCKIN DARE U. The wine is all honey mead. Hex honeycomb aesthetic for the win. Even the dungeons.)

(FYI Dwarves ALSO have a Hexagonal Aesthetic and that just Really Gets Thranduil’s Goat.)

everyone’s got their own local names for alphas and omegas too because seriously who fucking came up with that, i bet there’s a whole appendix at the end of the red book about terminology and shit

(Now I’m having meta thoughts about linguistics and there being a clownfish!Tolkien to go with the clownfish!Middle Earth. And now I’m thinking about the Inklings being a pod and if i follow THAT rabbit hole any further I’ll fu cki ng AS C E N DHJKfghjk.)

Anyway

Men smell gross. Everyone else is agreed upon this. Unflattering comparisons to badgers and weasels have been made.

This makes “MANFLESH” 12000% more hilarious ur welcome

it’s funny cuz Men are big into perfumes. Incense! Herb Sachets! Oils and tinctures! Have you ever seen a olde tyme perfumers’ box? That kinda shit. Everyone has their Signature Smell.

but elves especially are like you still smell like man stop trying to hide it.

The Dúnedain embrace The Musk. (some have fully weaponized it)

this is very important: Aragorn Smells Amazing. (to be clear, still very Man Smelling, but awesome. first time he goes all I AM UR KING everyone in the throne room goes a little glassy eyed.)

Minas Tirith, being old, is very Old Numenorean Oceanic Aesthetic. Give me all that white stone carved to look like coral and driftwood holy shit YES.

WHITE! TREE!! GARDEN!!!

ATHELAS!!!! SCENTED!!!!! EVERYTHING!!!!!! (pairs well with lemon and other citrus smells.)

veering away from Gondor now

The Rohirrim stick with horse metaphors because of course they fucking do. Also, since they’re more nomadic, the entire concept of a “reef” as in a physical structure is kind of ??????? to them. So. “Reefs” = “herds” and “pods” = “bands.”

Fresh Hay is considered to be Peak Homely Smell in Edoras. Tapestries! Only The Softest and Nicest and Most Beautifully Tooled leather! leather smells!

OH SHIT GIVE ME ALPHA-FOR-LIFE-EOWYN MEETING FOREVER!OMEGA FARAMIR *HEAVY BREATHING*

(oh shit while we’re in the neighborhood, Dúnedain Rangers tend to be solitary As, which spooks the natives like whoa, but the Ithilien Rangers are generally O, and their waterfall hideout is totes a big ole reef.)

hang on i forgot about elves

Listen, I’m not super into elves myself but I’m imagining that they are perpetually switching back and forth between A and O depending on the day — nay, the HOUR — and the extremes between A and O are much less extreme for them than other races.

Every other race finds this super weird and disturbing.

Legolas is like “hm this forest is making me feel very O.” And Aragorn and Gimli are just like ‘what’ and then suddenly Leggy smells very O too and Aragorn and Gimli are like ‘WHAT’

Feänor is the exception. He turned the dial all the way to A and broke the goddamn knob off.

Galadriel can go from Maximum Softe O to Roid Rage A in .0004 seconds. “iiiinstead of a dark lord yyYYOU WOULD HAVE A QUEEEEEEN!!!1!” and the Hobbits are literally bowled over.

Elves in general smell woody but also very ocean-y i think? Have you ever stood in a pine forest by the ocean, where you get those light, clean wood and cedar and pine smells all shot through with sea breeze? Like That.

But elves are more into visual/audio. Soft singing. Leaves moving in the breeze. The whisper of pages in a library.

and the light. Elves are lighting wizards, they are all about that gentle starglow.

(I’m also having thoughts about the Lothlorien Elves embracing that A-ish urge to be Up High. A holdover from Galadriel’s time with the feanoreans? I'm not as up on silm lore as I should be)

but let’s get back to my happy place:

THE MUTHAFUCKIN SHIIIIIIIIRE

Hobbits really embrace dat sweet sweet O lifestyle. good food and warm hearths. throw blankets and pillows. hugging and cuddle puddles and playing footsie. gardens. Gardens. G A R D E N S.

“Going A” is done as rarely as possible. the transition takes about a month and Hobbits who are “going A” tend to call in sick like it’s some unsightly thing.

Tooks have an unusually high rate of going A. Of course they do.

Bilbo has never gone A. Not! Once!

Neither has Frodo.

Sam did, after the breaking of the Fellowship. Merry and Pippin did, in Fangorn, when they grew six inches. The three of them all stayed A after that, for the most part. YES EVEN SAMWISE. it was v scandalous.

Hobbit “reefs” are called “warrens” (unless ur rich, then they’re Smials and they’re Only For Family) and their “pods” are “nests.” “Nesting” is a whole Thing.

Hobbits! Smell! Like! Baked! Goods! Not sweet but like… warm. Humans sometimes turn their noses up and call it a “yeasty” or “beery” smell but it’s usually much more a rising-bread smell. Pipeweed smoke and sweet florals make a nice contrast to the perpetual bakery window smell.

Hobbits are very mouth/taste/chew oriented. Mouthfeel is a Big Deal. Recipe Books are Heirlooms. Courting is frequently Food/Drink Oriented.

Rosie Cotton brews the finest ale in all the land and she did that for the express purpose of seducing Samwise Gamgee

He Did Not Realize.

Courting that is not food/drink oriented is Flower/Plant oriented.

Sam Gamgee became the finest gardener in all the land in the desperate hope of wooing Mr. Frodo.

He Did Not Realize.

Everyone Else Realized. Merry and Pippin especially considered it Peak Comedy.

(they eventually worked it out.)

last but not least:

there’s just no way around it. Dwarves smell like dirt. nice dirt tho! Petrichor and stone with hints of copper and metals. Smoke smells. Rich spice smells. Eau de forge is considered a particularly desirable perfume. Dwarves don’t particularly notice smell though (for reasons that will become apparent) when it comes to Softe Things they’re much more about dem sweet sweet sparklies, and fur, and being super fucking tactile.

Dwarves are SUPER into haircare, like, every night the Company of Thorin makes a braid circle and exchanges hair beads.

(elves are also super into hair care. this too really Gets Tharanduil’s Goat)

Dwarf social structure is like… hobbits in reverse. They tend to default to A status, hence their general rowdiness but with strict codes of conduct to help manage conflict. They’re just these huge roving groups of A’s just rough-and-tumbling around their one O. dogpiles are peak pod bonding. aaaaand the alpha reek kind of tends to make them all a little noseblind.

Poor Bilbo.

Lucky, Lucky Bilbo.

But also poor, poor Bilbo.

Most dwarf Royals go O, but Thorin hadn’t been O since he was 24 and got chased out of Erebor by that pesky dragon.

Dwarf “reefs” and “pods” have their own terms in Khuzdul that do not translate well but have to do with crystal growth. Rough translations are “lattices” and “cells” (Hence the hexagon aesthetic)

Wizards Have No Designation. They Smell Like Gunpowder and Lightning. It Is Very Disturbing For Everyone Around Them.

Give me EveryoneLives!au Hobbit stuff. Bilbo trying to homely up the lonely mountain! Thorin going O and chilling the fuck out as a result!

Give me fellowship!pod!! Aragorn is the diplomat! Pippin is the wild child! Gimli is the Adventurer! Frodo is the peacekeeper! Boromir is the den mother!

How Much More Heartrending is the Breaking of the Fellowship if the fellowship was a pod????

and then you’ve got the fractured podlings: Merry and Pippin bonding hard with their new Rohan and Gondor stress-pods. Sam going A to protect Frodo from Gollum while Frodo tries to adopt this weird frog into their pod. The Three Hunters as Nick, Nora and Nelson (Gimli is Nick, Leggy is Nora, Aragorn is Nelson.)

Give me post-war Legolas and Aragorn and Gimli (and Arwen too) breaking cultural boundaries and proving that yes! Interracial Pods Can Work! these differences are cultural, and cultures can be melded! nothing wrong with this! if half-elves exist and can have kids of their own, then elves and men are not separate species, and I’d bet a significant limb that the same is true of all the other races so

GIVE IT TO ME

ok i gotta stop now.

...

yeah there’s probably a star trek one of these coming too

kill me

(And hey jhscdood I’m not saying you have to come back at me with more lotr clownfish or ocean’s 11/Star Wars/M*A*S*H/Leverage/West Wing/whatever clownfish But I would certainly consider it a Fair Exchange if you did. MORE INSTITUTIONALIZED SOFTISM. MAXIMUM SOFT FISH FRIENDS.)

#clownfish tag #seriously don't look at me this got Severely Out Of Hand.

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cravingwitandwisdom · 6 years

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All of the space asks, my dear 😄

Damn okay, here we go.. ♡ Comet - what are you currently frustrated about? Capitalism Back hole - what are you most afraid of? That one day, when I'm old and burned out I'll ask myself the question "was it really worth it - this life, this mess" and I'll know it wasn't. Galaxy - do you have nicknames. What are they? Daniel always calls me Mary Poppin or just Mary. Here I'm known as Grace and irl some folks call me that too but my name is actually Grachella. It's hard to pronounce so most of the time people make their own version l and that's okay, too. People at my voulenteering work sometimes call me Frochella because we all give each other nicknames and I kinda love that. Star - what songs do you feel describe you? Drops of Jupiter by Train, Bored by Billie Eilish, idontwannebeyouanymore by Billie Eilish, Dust by Frank Ocean and many many more I can't think of right now.Moon - are you currently reading any books? I'm currently reading (finally reading!) Lotr. I own the books forever and it was time for an adventure. I just started reading Today I am Alice yesterday. It's a biography about Alice who has multiple personalities. It reminds me of a girl i know, the story. Its not a pretty one. Planets - if you could go anywhere, where would you go? Right now I'd go to Mexico. Daniel is there for two months now and I feel like I miss a part of myself.Mercury - describe your aesthetic. Sometimes I live in the 90s and I'm turning up 2pac. Fila's on my feet and a Casio watch on my wrist. I let strands of hair fall down the front of my face while the top is tied in a quirky little ponytail and the back hangs loose, barely reaching my shoulders. Sometimes I live in the 60s. I wear long skirts and tie bows in my hair. I listen to The Civil Wars and feel infinitely soft. The pain and the sorrow, the loss - there's purpose in the ugly parts of life. Sometimes I'm an African queen. I tie my hair in a turban and wear the colours of nature. I radiate elegance. I feel deeply connected to my roots and dance to Gyptian or Jah Cure. I talk in my mother's tongue. Sometimes I am an Victorian witch. I wear a long black dress, the crocheted choker i wear is elegance itself. I cover my body with crystals as I chant a spell or pray to Gaia. See.. I don't think I have one aesthetic because I don't think I'm just one person. Venus - whats your favourite tv show? Shameless, Rick & Morty, Westworld, The Tudors, GoT, Gossip Girl, The Handmaids Tale, Vampire diaries and The Originals. Earth - if you could be anyone else for a day, who would you be? Oh I don't know. Mars - if you could change one thing about yourself, what would you change? The numbers on my bank account. Or maybe that I'd be a minimalist.. one or the other hahaha Jupiter - if you had to pick one colour to use for an entire week, what colour would yoi choose? Black for everything. Saturn - how far would you go for those you care about? 9.229 km or 5734.635 miles Uranus - what would you say is your greatest achievement? Climbing a mountain and then sleeping on the mountain in a hammock, in the middle of the Amazon. The mountain wasn't very high but I never did anything like that before. Neptune - describe yourself in one sentence. Did you not just read i cant even describe my aesthetic in a simple way. How do you expect me to describe myself in one sentence? I am so much more than one sentence. Pluto - if you could meet anyone, alive or dead, who would you meet? J.D. Salinger. Constellations - if you could have one talent, what would it be? The ability to take care of plants.. all my plants always die :/Asteroid - when you die, what do you want te be done with your body? I always wanted to give my body to science but since thats not so easy anymore i decided i want to be cremated. Or if its possible by the time i die, I'd like to be buried in a biodegradable burial pod that turns my body into a tree. Aquarius - whats a topic you enjoy learning about? Languages, science, mythology, philosophy, spirituality, witchcraft and culture are a few things popping into my mind right now. Aquila - do you prefer to read books or watch movies? I read more than i watch movies but i do enjoy a good film every once in a while. Aries - what is something you enjoy doing? Sleeping. Auriga - if you had to pick one villain from any media, who would you rather have to face and why? Delores Umbridge is a foul despicable toad-like villain i have great abhorrence for. Bootes - if you could have any animal, wild or not, fake or not, which would you want? A thestral or rather a herd. Cancer - how do you want tp be remembered? Often the wise are remembered by their tortured minds. But I'd like to be remembered as wise and free. I want people to reminisce me and think "she lived fully and without remorse, she lived the way she wanted and there wasnt any onther way for her to live" Canis Major - How many friends do you have? I find it difficult to distinct friends or friendship. On Tumblr i talk to some people, people i have been talking to for years. I have some colleagues i hang out with after work hours. Are they my friends? I hang out with friends of friends. Are they my friends, too? I cant answer this question. I dont know how many people consider me a friend. And i, myself, have a hard time figuring out what friendship exactly is. Can anyone teach me the rules? Capricornus - whats a song lyric that you can relate to? "Can you see that im getting bored, giving you every piece of me?" - by Billie Eilish Cassiopeia - whats your favourite quote? 1. "Forget what they told you about bodies and temples. Mine was all roadside attraction, tourist destination. A place mediocre men go to remember how to be good again" - by Ashe Vernon 2. "Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn" - by Sylvia Plath 3. "I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel" - by Maya AngelouCyngus - if you could go back to any time perion for a couple of days, when/ where would you want to go? The beginning of everything. Gemini - do you have any siblings? How many? 2 half sisters, 3 half brothers, 1 sister and 2 steph sisters. Leo - if you could change the way any movie was made, which movie would you change? Avatar and Death note. Libra - if you could talk to your past self, what would you tell yourself? Stop smoking weed and go do something useful with your life. Lyra - would you rather be feared or loved? I find it hard to receive love but i choose it anyway. Orion - whats your favourite type of weather? The breaking if dawn on an autumn day when the air is gloomy and the meadow misty. When the world is peaceful and leaves are covered with hoarfrost. Pegasus - whats your favourite music genre? I dont think i can pick, i really cant. Perseus - whats your favourite movie genre? Drama and fantasy. Pisces - Describe someone you love without their name. Tall, dark and handsome. Self-righteous. Beautiful brown eyes. Lazy and sluggish. But such a pumpkin. Amazing smile. Incredible kisser. A cute smoll spot on their nose. Game addiction. Cant talk about feelings. Doesn't know how to apologize. Humble and soft. Sagittarius - what do you do when you don't feel well? What do you eat? I sleep alot and i barely eat or i munch on potato chips. Scorpius - if you had to pick someone to betray you, who would you pick? This woman i work with.. she's been getting on my nerves playing the victim all the time. I'd love to have a reason to go off on her. That sounds bad huh? Taurus - What makes you feel comfortable? Hoodies. Ursa Major - if you had to pick any job to have, what job would you want? Physicists or writer. Virgo - what do you value the most- artistic / creativity, musical ability, athletic ability, intellect or work ethic? 1. Artistic ability/ creativity 2. Intellect 3. Musical ability 4. Athletic ability 5. Work ethic Neutron - are you more a leader or a follower? Leader. Supernova - how do you feel about yourself? I try to love myself but its work. Supergiant - whats something you like about yourself? I love learning, knowledge. Im open to anything and I'm curious by nature. Red Giant - would you get into a debate/ argument with someone if you heard them saying something you disagree with or know to be wrong, or would yoi stay silent? I dont shy away from arguments, especially if i know im right. I can get very passionate. What is your favourite smell? What smell makes you feel most comfortable? Lavender, wood smoke, pine and sandalwood. Protostar - give a random fact about yourself. I got a new tattoo just yesterday. A picture will be up soon. Sorry, in took me a while. I dont have a computer rn so i had to do this on mobile. Thank you so much for asking me.

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adelmortescryche · 7 years

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YOI Fantasy Week - Day Two

AN: Okay, this turned out even later than the day one prompt. Apologies for that, @yoifantasyweek! Apparently today’s prompt did not want to be written. *winces* That said, here we go, day two. Filling the prompts Elves and Happiness.

Premise: Mild crossover with LotR, but don’t expect it to hold up to canon, since I didn’t attempt to stick to Tolkien geography and languages. Though I did borrow certain aspects of the canon, as will become obvious. Elf!Victor, Hobbit!Yuuri. Er, love at first sight? Of a sort? Affection and weird longing at first sight, let’s go with that. *laughs wryly*

Fantasy Week Promptfills: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Yuuri wasn’t quite sure what to expect when the deer he’d been stalking darted away, spooked off by a sound, but it hadn’t been the tall fellow in a hooded cloak who appeared on the other side of the clearing from him.

There was a long, still moment in which they continued to stare at each other, blank faced. When the fellow tilted his head forward ever so slightly, Yuuri could see strands of moonlight pale hair slip forward, out of the shadows of the cloak. When he straightened, the half light of the morning sun penetrated the shadows covering his face enough that Yuuri was able to make out an aquiline nose, a sharply cut jaw, fair features that looked altogether too lovely to be of the race of men.

Coupled with the color of the cloak, and the smoothness of the weave…

Yuuri swallowed, and nodded back, immediately withdrawing the arrow that he’d shifted to point at the cloaked figure when he’d first appeared. By the time he’d straightened to his feet and put the arrow away in the quiver hanging from his belt, and unstrung his bow, the fellow had drawn closer, something in his air seeming curious.

“Yes?” Yuuri asked cautiously, once it was obvious that the other being would not be speaking up on his own. Nor would he let Yuuri leave, from the look of it.

It got him a sharp intake of breath; clearly Yuuri hadn’t been expected to speak up. Then, before Yuuri knew what to say, or possibly quip because his brain worked in strange ways when he was unnerved enough, the fellow was pulling down his hood, allowing the light from the sun to fall over his face.

Yuuri felt any words that might have been waiting to burst forth from his chest die away, the beauty of the being’s features robbing him of speech.

For his part, the elf – and he had to be an elf, the ears gave him away – carelessly straightened out his moonlight pale hair, and looked down at Yuuri with a strangely inquisitive gaze.

“We aren’t anywhere near a hobbit settlement, halfling. Is there a reason you’re journeying abroad on your own?”

Yuuri stared up at him, distinctly incredulous, even in the sight of that pretty face. The dissonance in his head was caught between awe and bemusement, enough so to overcome even his usual anxiety when it came to meeting someone new, especially someone as singular as the being before him.

“I… was hunting?” he responded, tone a little dry.

Seeing as the elf spooked the deer Yuuri had been tracking for roughly three days now, you’d think he’d be a little more apologetic about it. The townspeople had always said that elves were lost in their own heads, but he’d never expected to have it confirmed in person. The elf actually seemed surprised at the words too.

“Truly?

“Yes. And I nearly had it, too.” Yuuri sighed heavily, gently running his fingers over the fletching of the arrows in his quiver. Well, you won some, you lost some. Yuuri would just have to grit his teeth and get back to it, if he wanted to take anything back with him.

“Oh no! That cannot do!”

The tone the words were delivered in were pained enough that Yuuri actually started in place, eyes darting back to the elf, who now looking terribly upset. The expression was nearly enough by itself to make Yuuri feel better – an elf was apologizing to him! About something he could have bungled all on his own! How… weird. And weirdly wonderful, since nearly anyone who’d mentioned elves to him also mentioned that they were massive assholes with sticks up their asses. Which really hadn’t been the most pleasant of mental images to have been left with.

This elf in particular looked earnest enough that Yuuri was willing to give him a chance. So he smiled softly, and shook his head.

“No, it’s fine. Honestly, I might have missed, or the deer might have moved just as my arrow left the bow. And anyway, it’s not like you could have known I was hunting here, right? It’s on me that I wasn’t skilled enough to make up for your appearance.”

He got a suspicious stare, the elf clearly unwilling to take him at his word. The expression seemed so incongruous on the being’s face that Yuuri couldn’t hold back the giggle that erupted out of him. The giggle erupted into full-blown laughter when the elf continued to stare at him, flabbergasted.

“Oh, oh. Really, its fine, you don’t have to worry yourself-” Yuuri said finally when he came back to himself, lifting a hand to brush away the tears that had appeared in his eyes. He broke off midway through, because the elf abruptly stepped forward to curl the fingers of one hand around Yuuri’s shoulder.

“Break your fast with me. Please. It’s the least I could offer, hunter, before you needs must leave to hunt again.”

…that earnestness was a lot more compelling from up close. Especially so when one had to crane one’s neck so far to see it. Yuuri’s breath caught in his throat.

The elf’s eyes were so blue. It was like looking up into a sliver of the sky caught in ice.

“Yes,” he found himself whispering, without any real choice on his part. How could he say no to that face?

It had to be said. Elf bread was wonderful, filling and somehow tasted amazing and bland all at once. Yuuri wasn’t quite sure how he was supposed to react to it. The elf had plenty of other options to eat, fresh fruit for one, but all of it was traveler’s fare and not one bit of meat to be found. Sure, he remembered that elves didn’t eat meat, but it was all the stranger to be presented with the reality of that at meal time.

Yuuri just buckled down and tried to finish the meal he’d been graciously offered. Because for all that the moonlight haired elf seemed rather sweet, and very kind, his companions weren’t anywhere near as congenial about Yuuri’s presence.

Case in point: the little blond one with his hair pulled back in dizzyingly complicated braids was still scowling at him.

“I don’t see why we should have to pander to this- this halfling’s presence!” he burst out suddenly, making everyone jerk in place, Yuuri for his part almost dropping the bread, which would have been a damn shame.

“Yura-” Yuuri’s elf hissed, a tight smile in place as he segued into that fast, musical speech he’d used earlier, when they had returned to the elven camp. It wasn’t too far away from where Yuuri had been hunting, which explained how they’d stumbled upon each other at all.

The little one just looked sullen now, chewing on his bread with a scowl. It almost made Yuuri want to laugh at him. The quiet ranger that had been traveling with the elves certainly wasn’t holding back the small smile on his face, though he took the pains to hide the faint curl of his lips whenever the little one glanced around at him.

“Don’t mind Yuri, he’s been irritable for the last few days. We’re all glad to have you here.” The elf said after a long moment, settling down at Yuuri’s side again. The words made him glance up in surprise.

“Yuri? His name is Yuri?” Yuuri asked incredulously. It gets him a bemused look from his elf, and a dirty look from the little one, Yuri. The other elves at the camp simply met the words with more dismissal – which was how they’d been treating Yuuri since his elf had brought him back to the camp.

“Yes, is there something odd about that?”

The words drew another involuntary laugh from Yuuri. How was he supposed to react to these facial expressions, really. The poor elf just looked more confused at his reaction, his head tilting to the side enough that his long and lovely hair slipped down over his shoulder. For all that it was tightly bound in place at strategic points to keep it off of his face, the majority of it was long and loose, much longer than anyone else’s in the camp, except maybe for the one female elf Yuuri had seen.

It was also very distracting to look at. Yuuri was probably biased, especially since this was the first elf he’d met, but really, he didn’t think anyone else in the camp could compare to his elf.

“Oh, no, it’s just that my name is Yuuri too. I’m Yuuri, son of Toshiya, of House Katsuki.” Yuuri offered up, once his mirth cleared enough to speak. His elf’s eyes lit up immediately, while Yuri snarled, holding back his words only after the ranger murmured something to him in an undertone.

Really, Yuuri hadn’t known that it was possible for any elf to be as angry as this one. No one had said elves could be quick to temper.

“And I am Victor, son of Vasiliy. Well met, Yuuri Katsuki, son of Toshiya.” His elf said suddenly, voice soft. It made Yuuri’s gaze dart back around to him, surprised.

His elf’s, Victor’s, eyes were filled with some strange emotion. Yuuri couldn’t put a name to it. But whatever it was, it softened his face a great deal, and coupled with the faint smile tugging at his lips, left the inhumanly beautiful features far more approachable than before.

Yuuri could only smile back helplessly in response, nodding when Victor offered him more bread.

“Are you sure you should be following me out like this? It seemed like all of you had a long day ahead of you.” Yuuri said uncertainly, later, once they were done with their meal.

“Yes, I insist. We can afford another day’s wait,” Victor responded easily, walking calmly by his side. The words were just as careless now as they had been earlier, when he’d told Yuri that he would be taking a walk with Yuuri out in the woods. It had taken all of the ranger’s, whom Yuuri had learnt was named Otabek, strength to hold the little blond elf back. The other elves in their party seemed exasperated, but they hadn’t seemed angry. Only a little sad.

The sadness was what made Yuuri wary. Against his better judgement, his gaze drew again to the weave of Victor’s cloak, and its color. For all that his people didn’t interact with the elves all that much, they did trade with towns that did.

Yuuri knew all too well what that specific shade meant, when worn by an elf. Even if he’d never actually seen it in person until now.

Victor glanced back at him, expression curious. Yuuri shook away his unease, and stepped forward with a smile pasted in place.

They spent most of the morning simply wandering about the woods. For all that Victor had offered to help Yuuri find another deer to take back with him, Yuuri found that he didn’t care much about the deer. Not anymore. And, anyway, Victor seemed distracted as well. They’d spent the earlier moments of their walk conversing quickly, jumping from topic to topic like a pair of children, delighting in each other’s company, but the conversation had worn away to silence, over time. Not strained, no – just quiet, but for the sound their footsteps made against the ground as they walked.

Yuuri’s chest felt strangely full, in a way he hadn’t ever felt before.

“I don’t want to leave,” Victor said, apropos of nothing, voice uncomfortably loud.

It made Yuuri stumble, startled, but Victor was there to steady him with a hand to his shoulder. When he looked up at the elf, wide-eyed, it was to find Victor staring back at him, lips pursed, the corners of his eyes drawn tight. He didn’t remove his hand from Yuuri’s shoulder, and Yuuri found that he didn’t want to shake it away either. Instead, he reached up with his free hand to run the tips of his fingers along the edge of Victor’s jawline, mouth going dry when Victor leaned forward into his touch, properly allowing Yuuri to cup his face and his eyes slipping shut.

“You’re journeying to the Undying Lands,” Yuuri whispered, voice hushed, biting his lower lip when Victor gave a single nod.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t guessed it, honestly. The solemnity of the elves at the camp, their lack of interest in Yuuri being there, and in the little blond elf’s aggression – it spoke of a greater detachment with the world than even what most people said was common to elves.

But Victor wasn’t like that. Victor had laughed freely when they spoke, sharing tales of friends he’d made in his travels, particularly this one bard and his propensity to have lovers waiting for him no matter where they went – the stories of his and Victor’s shenanigans over the years reminding Yuuri all too well of his own hair raising experiences with Phichit, whenever the long-legged merchant had stopped by his home. Had darted after the shadows of what he called deer in the distance, ignoring Yuuri’s taunts about Victor just wanting to lead them on a wild goose chase for the fun of it, had sung along with birdsong, quick and bright. All the while Yuuri had followed after him with a dazed smile, laughing whenever the elf had glanced back at him with a grin.

“I don’t want to leave.” Victor repeated, voice softer, and Yuuri couldn’t have stopped himself from dragging the taller being down into a tight hug even if he’d tried.

“Your Yura is going to be very angry with me,” Yuuri murmured, much later, leaning back into the solidity of the tree trunk behind him.

Victor hummed in response, not shifting from where his head was pillowed on Yuuri’s lap. It made Yuuri chuckle to himself, running his fingers through the long hair that pooled partially behind Victor, and also spilt over his shoulders. It felt as soft and light to the touch as Yuuri had imagined it to be, earlier.

“You could come with me. I travel a lot – I’ve been traveling from town to town and to the larger cities for years. You’ve probably seen all of it, you seem to be so much wiser than me, but maybe it could be interesting?”

“Anything would be interesting if you were there. I should have met you sooner, Yuuri.” Victor murmured back, making Yuuri laugh softly, leaning forward to press a light kiss to the elf’s temple.

Victor turned around, gazing up at him in surprise, the expression quickly waylaid by the flush that colored his cheeks, and the tips of his ears. Yuuri, for his part, grinned down at him awkwardly.

“Well. You’ve met me now. Let’s travel together, Victor.”

His words were met with wide eyes that all but sparkled in the pale light filtering down on them through the leaves, Victor’s mouth rounding out into a lovely heart-shaped grin that had Yuuri laughing with delight.

There might come a day when Victor would want to follow that call, like others of his race. Until then, though, Yuuri supposed they could spend their days together. Traveling far and wide. And maybe laughing from time to time, just like this.

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jaeminlore · 7 years

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Immortal // Lee Taeyong

the prompt: Can i get fantasy scenario with Taeyong with The Hobbit/Lord of the ring theme? aka: you, a human, are the best friends with taeyong. the two of you realize the truth about mortality a bit too late.

words: 2000

category: angst + lotr elf!taeyong

author note: ayo your local tolkien stan is here!! I was so excited when I got this request I wasn’t sure what to write for it bc I wanted to make it perfect. anyway i figure some elves must hate being immortal, you know? so that’s what prompted this.

- destinee

You walked down the length of the stone corridor slowly, to take notice of the scenery around you. Lothlórien had become like your home after many years of traveling. As a child, you were a wanderer, so it didn’t surprise anyone when you decided to go off and search for the ancient elves realms that only few humans knew about.

The first time you met an elf was entirely by coincidence, and was the main reason you chose to look for more elves. His name was Taeyong, and he was your age or older (as no one can really tell with immortal beings). His dark hair was straight and flowed down past his collarbones, covered by a circlet of bronze. Your thirteen-year-old mind thought he must be royalty.

After talking to him, you found that he was only friends to royalty. Having been orphaned sometime during the war with Morgoth, he had been taken in under the wings of Lothlórien elves and their families. The elven prince, Sicheng, was exceptionally kind to Taeyong, always including him in royal activities so that Taeyong felt like royalty himself.

He knew the truth of course, which is why you found him in Fangorn Forest. He liked to be alone to think, but your company was never rejected. Perhaps he found something perplexing about you as a human. He had never met a nice human, and the only stories of the race of men he had learnt were horrible ones that resulted in the deaths of his elven ancestors.

You were nice to him however. You never pushed to learn about his life, or what he was thinking. Instead, you had asked him how to climb a tree. You had asked to see his pointed ears. You had asked him to teach you entish, so that you could talk to the Ents as they slowly roamed around the forest. You always wanted to learn something. Taeyong knew you hadn’t initially come to him for friendship, and the thought gave him a strange sense of comfort.

It took him forever to tell Sicheng about you. He was afraid that once you met him, you would go to the prince with all your questions. He was used to that: being surpassed by the prince. Although the royal family had taken him in with good intentions, there was always the underlying truth that Taeyong just wasn’t one of them. He was a dark elf. His skin was honeyed and his hair was blacker than the night itself. The only thing he had in common with the fair Lothlórien elves was the color of his eyes. Still then, his eyes were more of a charcoal gray people recoiled at, while Sicheng’s were a soft silver that people cooed at.

You had never really thought of Taeyong as your elven friend. You thought of him as your first friend; someone who you could learn things from. He was someone who would help you become better at your adventures. No matter where you went, you always returned to that hideaway spot in Fangorn Forest, where the Ents hadn’t yet awoken, to talk to Taeyong. You told him about the dwarven kingdoms and how they had more gold than you had ever seen in one place. You told him about the pleasant little hobbits, who lived in their warm holes, content with tea and pastries. You talked about the Old Forest and how Tom Bombadil was still doing very well, and he says thanks for asking. You talked about Bree, and how the mead was always too strong for you and the company was always a bit strange. You talked about Ithilien, the Moon-land, and how it was a cozy little place filled with beautiful foliage. You talked of Mordor, and how it was too far away, but you still had nightmares about the evil creatures you knew lurked there. By your twenty-first year, you had travelled nearly everywhere in Middle Earth. Yet, each month you would leave to find somewhere you wished to go and visit, then loyally return to Taeyong to tell him what you had learned.

When he finally told Sicheng about you, he found out that you had yet to explore any elven kingdom. He was so used to rangers coming in and out of Lothlórien, requesting blessings and gifts, that he hadn’t even realized that you hadn’t been inside of the kingdom itself.

“I’ve thought about it,” you’d say, “but I’m afraid to intrude. I know how elves feel towards human travelers.”

Taeyong had brushed your concerns away. “You’re my friend, though. They’ll want to meet you.”

So you agreed. You finally met Sicheng, the renowned prince, to find that he was quite witty. He and you clicked well, but he couldn’t replace Taeyong. He never would. From then on, Taeyong wasn’t afraid of telling others about you. He realized that you were loyal, which was a trait rarely found in elves. Humans did have that strange resilience to stay by their friend’s side until the very end. It seemed you had chosen to stay with Taeyong. Taeyong had unknowingly chosen you as well. His entire family could tell that you were someone Taeyong had attached himself to. Which is why, as you were off visiting Rohan, they decided to sit down and talk to him.

They reminded him that he was over a century old. Which was young, yes, in elven years. However, you wouldn’t even be around for a century. You were a mortal. Humans were mortal and there was nothing they could do it gain immortality. They reminded Taeyong that the gleam in his eyes wasn’t that of a friend. They admitted that they knew Taeyong had fallen in love with a human. They told him to be careful.

Taeyong was hurt in every sense of the word. Never in his life had he begged for mortality like he had the next few weeks. How could the universe be so cruel that it would not only take away his parents, but also threaten the one he loved?

So he tried to fix the universe himself. He tried to change fate, as if it were his to control. With a long knife, he chopped off his long hair, resulting in a messy cut that barely brushed the top of his collar. Then he put on human clothes and left with nothing in his pocket but a few biscuits of lembas bread. He wanted nothing more than to become a human. He wanted a life humans always talked about in their books. They were boring, short lives, filled with nothing but following expectations but somehow Taeyong thought he could endure that if you were by his side. Perhaps that’s how humans thought, too. Perhaps all they wanted to do was find that one person who would make their short, mediocre lives seem a little bit longer and a little more exciting.

Taeyong’s disappearance was the entire reason you were at Lothlórien and not at Fangorn. You had come here first to talk to Sicheng about the situation. Sicheng hadn’t known what to tell you other than the truth, so he revealed that there was no real way you and Taeyong could become one. You would die far too soon for it to become anything. Everything Sicheng was telling you wasn’t news. You had thought about it plenty of times before. There was always an extra something there between you and Taeyong. You never thought you would have to confront the truth so soon.

You felt immortal. You felt like there was nothing you could do that would kill you. It was jarring to remember that you were just a human with limited time and organs that could fail any moment.

You went to the Fangorn Forest. There, on his usual tree, was Taeyong with his hair cut short. It was attractive, just brushing the tips of his pointed ears. His gaze lifted to see your form, and you could see all the emotion hidden behind the moon nestled in his eyes. “Y/n.”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you climbed the tree with little effort until you were sitting beside Taeyong, shoulders brushing. “So, I went to Rohan. You wouldn’t believe how many horses are in that kingdom, Tae.”

“Really?” he asked weakly, buying into the game you were playing. The game of acting like nothing had happened. “Did you get to ride any?”

“Get to?” you scoffed playfully. “That’s all I did while I was there. I’m sure the stablehands were mad at me. There was this one named Kun. He was so annoyed that I kept making him stay at the stable so he could do his job and clean the tack after I was done.”

Taeyong quirked a small smile, but it was nothing compared to his usual shining grin.

You couldn’t ignore it anymore. “Tae, I know I’m not immortal. It’s okay.”

With that, the damn fell. Elves didn’t cry, for they were strong and graceful creatures. For the first time in his life, Taeyong felt a warm sting being his eyes and the overwhelming urge to just sob crawling up his throat. He couldn’t stop himself from wrapping him arms around your body as he cried into your shoulder. “It’s not fair, Y/n. I love you so much. I want to be a human.”

Your heart broke at his voice, and the amount of hurt inside of it. Every lilt was accented by pain that had been bubbling inside of him for a few weeks now. You were the only person who could comfort him.

Before either of you really knew what was happening, you were kissing. Kissing and crying and touching and just… feeling. Feeling the passion that the two of you had known for that past years that neither of you had acted upon. Feeling the slow burn of love that was quickly turning into ashes that flew into the sky, never to be seen again. It wasn’t an I-love-you kiss. It was a goodbye kiss, and both of you knew it.

Taeyong’s tears stained your cheeks when he pressed into you, his teeth grazing your lips as a growl of frustration escaped him lips. He was frustrated at the world, and the rules that somehow made it to where he couldn’t be with you.

Even if the two of you stayed together until you died, he would still have to live for the rest of his life with you gone. It was better to forget you and move on now, while he and you both were still young.

He finally let go of your lips, his forehead rested harshly against yours as he breathed heavily. “We never should’ve met,” he said.

“I know,” you replied, your eyes closing in pain.

“However, I don’t regret it.” He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. “Good luck on your travels, Y/n. I’ll be sending blessings your way. I hope you find a human man who loves you so much more than I ever could.”

“Taeyong…” You cupped his cheeks tenderly, looking into those penetrating eyes one last time. “I love you.”

“I didn’t think this was going to be so hard,” he sighed. “I’ve got to go.”

As he climbed down the tree, he looked back sadly, “It might be best that you don’t return to Lothlórien for a few years. They’ll be watching me closely. Elves can die of a broken heart, you know?” He gave you a bitter smile, “They might make me forget you, and if that happens, I’m sorry.”

You wiped your eyes, “I understand. It’s for your own good, of course.”

You watched him walk away, until there was no evidence that he was even there, save the tear stains dripping down your cheeks.

You felt mortal. Although you had always known your mortality, it hadn’t registered.

You felt mortal, and there was no feeling more devastating.

~the end~

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mattreadsthings · 5 years

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Hell (a SPN fanfic)

Trying something a little different today: posting a fanfic! My 2nd foray into fanfic writing, my first for spn (the other is a LOTR fic I may post in the future).

Takes place sometime in Season 3. Dean Winchester is preparing to go to hell, and soon. Trying to make the best of things as the clock runs out. But what does fate have in store for him? When a terrible accident occurs, he comes face to face against a simple question with a hard answer: what is hell, really?

Dean Winchester was going to hell in six months. Of that he was sure. And he was even more sure he wanted to take as many sons of bitches down with him as he could. He and Sam had been making the rounds doing small time gigs from town to town while the younger brother searched tirelessly for a way to break Dean’s demon deal. They fought often, or at least Sam did. Is it fighting if one person doesn’t reciprocate? Sam would cry out that Dean wasn’t taking this seriously enough, that he hated being in this position, that he would live his whole life knowing that he was a dead thing that should have stayed dead. That he would rather be dead than be alive and watch his brother swallowed up. Because that’s what it was, really. An annihilation. Dean lost himself in the guns and booze and women and Sam tried to find him, drag him back.

Sometimes Bobby came along on hunts; Dean suspected the old man wanted to spend as much time as he could before the clock ran out. It meant a lot to him, wholly and truly. He missed his father, the man who taught him to shoot, what iron and salt were used for, how to kill a wendigo, but Bobby-- he meant something else to Dean. Bobby was a real dad. And when damnation is staring you in the face, when you wake up from dreams of yourself with black eyes and your baby brother all alone, you want someone there to share a drink with and shoot the shit.

It was a simple job really, or should’ve been. Multiple ghosts haunting a house owned by the Pfaff family, leading to mayhem and injury. A child had been pushed down the stairs and the parents were being investigated for abuse. It was all too easy for Sam and Bobby to pose as CYS agents to get a closer look. Everything checked out; the EMF was sky high. Dean was sent in as an envoy of the gas company to fake a leak and relocate the Pfaffs to a hotel. Too easy, too easy.

Night fell and the three men searched the old house for what they believed to be the culprit: a box of baby teeth left over from the previous owners in the basement.

“Why do they even let houses stand for more than 200 years?” Dean quipped, stomping down the stairs. “You think if they knew the chance of these bastards being haunted they’d just burn them all to the ground?”

“It’s history,” replied Sam, “Some people have respect for that kind of thing.”

“You fight ghosts for a living, I didn’t think I’d have to convince you.” Dean said, rolling his eyes

“How haunted do you think a place like the Louvre is?” called Bobby from upstairs, “Do you wanna burn that too?”

“You’re damn right I do.” Dean ran back up the stairs with a small velvet box rattling in his hand. He grimaced. “Why the hell do people collect stuff like this?”

The men took the teeth out back and destroyed them, glad for the fact that the Pfaffs lived miles away from any neighbors. The western Pennsylvania sky shone above them, besmirched by foul smoke.

“C’mon, boys,” grunted Bobby, headed back towards the house, “Let’s do a quick once over just to be safe.” It was a good decision, a wise one from years of experience, but one that would prove to be disastrous.

Dean knew something was wrong when he walked in the door, green paint chipping off in his hand, and the hair stood up on his arms. He stopped in the door. Sam had strode ahead of him into the parlor and stood in front of the fireplace. He seemed to sense that his brother had hesitated. Sam turned, the word “hey-” barely out of his mouth, when a force threw him into the mantle with a sickening crack. He fell to the ground lifeless, a scarlet pool of blood growing rapidly beneath his head.

All of the options that had been running through Dean’s mind the moment before that happened were suddenly drowned out by white noise. While Bobby fought the spirit, he ran to Sam’s side. He felt like he was trudging through wet cement. No matter how fast he went, the blood just kept coming, and Sam just laid there deadly still.

“DON’T MOVE HIM!” Bobby screamed, iron poker in his hand. Dean froze, hand an inch away from his brother’s shoulder. Sam’s face was ashen but he was breathing. God forbid he paralyzed him with a careless touch.

Too much blood, Dean thought. He saw the gaping wound on the side of Sam’s scalp, how the marble mantle had torn a deep cut several inches long. Too much blood. He thought of the crack he had heard and how he hoped it wasn’t Sam’s neck. Dean ripped off his flannel and pressed it against Sam’s temple, feeling his brother’s heartbeat in his hand, feeling his own in his ears.

“Ow.” Sam said weakly, not opening his eyes. Dean hadn’t noticed the fighting had ended behind him, that Bobby had kneeled next to the boys to take Sam by the wrist, counting his pulse, but to hear his brother speak was the most magical sound he’d ever heard.

“Sammy? Are you with me? Stay with me. You’re okay.”

“That was a bad hit Dean,” Bobby said softly, “And he’s lost a lot of blood. We need to come up with a story. We need to take him to the hospital.”

“We’ve been through worse,” Dean hissed through gritted teeth. The hospital was always a gamble; they had risked pulling out bullets in hotel bathtubs over a run in with the law. He couldn’t help but think, though, as stubborn as he was, that Bobby was right. He felt the shirt get wet in his hand. And Sam was talking but he wasn’t making much sense.

“Dad,” the younger brother whispered, opening his eyes. They were glassy, staring off at some fixed point in the distance. “I’m so sorry, I should have looked better.” He tried to push himself up onto his elbows and his eyes rolled back into his head. Bobby gently rested him on his side. He gave Dean a knowing look, and Dean nodded, swallowing fear.

They dragged all six foot and change of Sam out to the Impala, the young man groaning all the way.

“I’m okay guys, I’m okay,” he slurred, swatting at Dean’s face. Bobby climbed into the back and rested Sam’s head on his lap. As much as Dean wanted to be with his little brother, Bobby was better at this kind of stuff. This was no time for the levee to break.

“Bleeding’s mostly stopped,” Bobby grunted, checking the shirt pressed against the wound. “Sam?” Bobby asked, leaning over to look into Sam’s unfocused face. “Do you know where you are, son?”

“I’m home, Bobby. I’m home.” Sam gripped the seat of the Impala tight and winced. Bobby sighed and patted his shoulder.

“I’ll take it. Okay, what day of the week is it?”

“What?” Sam asked breathlessly, white as a sheet.

“Is it Tuesday, Wednesday?” It was Saturday, but it didn’t matter, because Sam sat up like a shot, eyes wide, and vomited all over the backseat, collapsing immediately. Bobby tried to shake him awake.

“Come on kid, don’t do this to me!”

“Bobby, what’s going on back there?” Dean shouted. His eyes darted towards the back.

“Just get us to the hospital, Dean, this isn’t good.”

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Bobby and Dean were at the hospital an hour before they were given news of Sam’s condition. Dean sat in absolute silence, gaze locked on the floor, before, the doctor came out to speak. The neurologist on call was named Dr. Wesson, a beautiful middle-aged woman who barely came up to Bobby’s shoulder. In spite of this, she had a formidable presence-- her feet firmly grounded, her dark gray eyes sensitive yet strong.

“I’m afraid it’s serious, Mr. Vedder” she said. Dean tried to listen, but the white noise in his head was returning. He caught the words “skull fracture” and sunk into his chair. So much talk of recovery times, the luck that it wasn’t ‘depressed,’ the possibility of traumatic brain injury, the risk of brain swelling… it all flowed over his mind like so much rainwater on a stone. He could scarcely take it in.

“But… my brother’s gonna be okay, right?” Dean managed to choke out. He could scarcely believe the sound of his own voice, so strangled and weak. Bobby looked at him gravely. Dean dragged himself out of his chair-- he couldn’t bear to be talked down to-- and stared intensely at the diminutive neurologist. Her face was clear of any pity, but also of any false hope.

“It’s going to be a waiting game to see if there are any lasting effects. Once he wakes up, I’ll give him a full neuro workup to check for permanent deficits. There’s really no way for me to know until then.” She placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder, which he had to brace himself not to shrug off. “Take care of yourself. This could be a long road ahead of you.” She brushed her long locs behind her shoulder and took her leave.

The waiting room was empty besides the two men, each covered in the blood of a third. The silence was palpable. Dean clenched his fists so tight his arms began to shake.

“Bobby.” He whispered at first, volume slowly growing, “what happened back there? What did we miss? How the hell did that happen?” By the end he was shouting, backing the older man up against a wall. “Did you mess up? Did I mess up? Is my brother half dead because of some dumb mistake?!”

“Don’t talk that way, Dean,” Bobby pointed his hand in Dean’s face-- his father always called it the knife hand, from his Marine days. “If anything Sam messed up! It was a mistake in the lore. Those girls weren’t killed in an accident, their father murdered them. I had to torch his army jacket. But it’s nobody’s goddamn fault cuz these things just happen! You never got hurt on a hunt before? This is just bad luck!”

“Bad luck? Bobby, he could die! I gotta…. I shoulda…. There’s gotta be something I can do.”

“Just be here for him Dean.” Bobby held his surrogate son in a warm embrace. “I won’t go anywhere ‘til this is set right.” Dean allowed himself the weakness of being held for a moment, to let a single tear fall, but then stiffened and pulled away.

“Can you find us a room somewhere Bobby? I want to go see Sam.”

A nurse led Dean down the hall to room 206, the room of Sam Vedder. The fake names made it feel even more unreal. He was dying in six months, he knew that when he woke up, but what would those six months hold?

When Dean was 16 he went on a hunt with his dad that involved going to a funeral to pass as loving mourners. This victim had been a kid, the monster a shifter that enjoyed scaring people to death. The kid had run, fallen down, and hit his head on a curb. Died just like that. There in that casket, he could’ve been asleep.

“How can you die from that?” Dean asked his dad on the way back to the motel, where twelve year old Sam was holed up.

“The human brain is no joke,” John had said seriously, “it makes or breaks you.” Looking at his brother, in a hospital gown, hooked up to IVs but thankfully breathing on his own, he had a similar thought. Sam’s hair had been shaved on his left side to stitch the cut, and bandaged. He had a slight black eye on that side as well. But otherwise he looked… okay. The brothers had both been busted each way ‘til Sunday at some point, yet this would be what would take Sam Winchester out? Dean felt his eyes welling up but he steeled it away. Can’t think like that. Won’t think like that. He took a seat by Sammy’s side and waited for the sun to rise.

Bobby met Dean with coffee the next day. “You been up all night?” he asked. Dean said nothing. Of course he had. Things were uneventful until 9, Dean staring into space and Bobby talking to doctors, when suddenly, in a small voice, Sam murmured

“What happened?” He was barely conscious, looking hazily around the room.

“Sammy?” Dean moved forward with great trepidation. “Little brother, you awake?” When Sam saw Dean his eyes widened with an unnatural surprise.

“Dean…. Dean, how did you find me?” Something was wrong. He looked strange still, with kind of a vague look about him. He gazed aimlessly at no fixed part of the room-- clearly he realized it was a hospital, but he had no idea of what brought him here

“What do you mean, bud? I was with you when you were hurt.” Sam’s brow furrowed.

“Dean, I haven’t seen you…. In years. Since I went to Stanford.” Dean tried to keep his face steady; he was successful,. Sam didn’t notice anything amiss. “What happened to me? How did you find me? I don’t feel so well-”

“Slow down, Sammy,”

“Where’s Jess?” A sharp pain tore through Dean’s heart. He thought of the young blonde woman he had met all those years ago, barely more than a kid. How terribly she had died.

“You don’t know.” He felt like all the wind had been knocked out of him. Sam started to pull himself up in bed, a look of pure terror he tried so hard to hide spreading across his face.

“What… HAPPENED?” he screamed.

“She died, Sam. Years ago.” Sam went ashen and Dean rushed to his side, easing him back into bed. “Sam, you’re hurt bud, you’re hurt real bad-”

“Were we in an accident? She died in the accident? My head…” He stared blankly into space for a moment, his eyes almost crossing, then looked at Dean with a new, incredulous expression. “Dean? What happened? Am I in a hospital?” Dean turned to look at Bobby, but he was already out of the room, getting the doctor’s attention. “Who are you looking at? Is dad here?”

“Dad’s dead.” It left his mouth before he could stop it. “He died a year ago. Sammy, you don’t remember?”

“He died and you didn’t tell me?” Sam shouted. He was trembling like a leaf in Dean’s arms before shoving him away. “Where’s Jess?” His voice was hoarse, his bruised face wet from crying, “Where the fuck is Jess?”

“I just told you, Sam. She... “ Dean shook his head tightly, lips pursed, eyes full.

“NOOO!” he screamed, “you’re crazy!”

Bobby and a nurse ran in as Sam started to hyperventilate.

“What did you do to him?” Bobby cried. The nurse shoved Dean back.

“Sam,” she said soothingly, trying to calm him. “Sam, can you tell me what year it is?”

“2002,” he panted. He collapsed in her arms.

“Get out!” Dr Wesson entered, ushering Dean and Bobby into the hall. Sam looked gray, lying limp on the bed. Dean felt bile rising in his own throat.

“Don’t look.” Bobby was next to him. “Sit down. Head between your knees. Always calms ya right down.” He eased Dean onto the blue tile floor. “Your brother’s gonna be alright, Dean. You boys are gonna be alright.”

And that was when Dean knew that his six months had taken a turn.

About twenty minutes later, but what felt like an eternity, Dr. Wesson came out to update. Dean didn’t even bother to rise from the floor. He figured he’d just have to sit again. All he could think was the worst, of burning his brother’s corpse and then his own death by hellhound hanging over his head.

“He had a panic attack. Looks like you had one too.” She smiled weakly. Dean returned no such gesture. “He’s physically okay right now. The anxiety made him faint so we have him on oxygen. He doesn’t remember whatever you two fought about.”

“We weren’t fighting, I was- wait, how could he not remember?” Dr. Wesson took a deep sigh. Today her hair was in many long braids, and she played with one between her fingers.

“Your brother has what’s called anterograde amnesia. He can’t make any new memories. Every minute or so his memory resets and he finds himself back in a hospital with no idea how he got there.” Dean swallowed hard. “He also seems to have retrograde amnesia spanning the last few years. He thinks it’s 2002, and no matter what you tell him he’s stuck in 2002. It will only serve to upset him. This could be temporary, or it could be permanent. If it isn’t going to last, it should only be a matter of days or even hours before it’s right.”

“How do you treat it?” Bobby asked, voice filled with pain, “The boy can’t live like this. He’d be like an Alzheimer’s patient. Someone’d have to watch him all the time.”

“We just have to--”

“Wait, right?” Dean spat, standing up suddenly. “We just have to wait and see? So much of a goddamn doctor you are. I’m going to go in and be with my brother.”

“Just please, Mr. Vedder, a moment.” Dr Wesson said. Her tone was authoritative enough that Dean stopped in his tracks. “Just try to keep your brother relaxed. Don’t try to tell him what he doesn’t remember. With god’s grace it’ll come back to him soon.” Dean stood in silence, facing away from Dr. Wesson. Bobby thanked her quietly before leading Dean back into the horror of room 206.

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Their dad used to call it pete and repeat, he remembered, when he was in a favorable mood. Asking or saying the same thing over and over. He never learned what the reference was from-- he could definitely google it, but it was kind of nice to think it was a Winchester neologism. Nicer than thinking of the punishments that happened if John’s mood was sour. Sam slept most of the morning, but when he awoke it was hell. Every moment a whole new confusion, a whole new terror growing within him. Absolute bewilderment. And it drove Dean insane. After ten or so interactions of just telling Sam to rest (what the doctor had recommended), the older brother had a different idea. He wouldn’t tell him the bitter truth, couldn’t cause that pain again, but he could help his brother remember the best he knew how. Every time he woke up, Sam was asked a new question. Who’s Bela, Dean asked once, and got ‘the girl in my stat class’ as an answer. What monster almost ganked you? ‘But we don’t do that anymore. Please, where’s Jess?’ It was harrowing for sure, and the only reason it was allowed to continue was because Bobby had stepped out to shower at the motel. Eventually, even with the restrained but firm drilling, Sam dozed off once more. Soon, Bobby returned, being none the wiser of Dean’s plan to get Sam back to health.

However, the repetition soon started again. Sam had woken up randomly around 2 pm with a start to see Dean there. His face was dark with terror.

“Dean-?”

“Sammy, look at me. What year is it?”

“2003. What-?”

“No, wrong. Who’s president? When was the last president elected?”

“Um, um, 2000, Dean please-”

“Wrong.” Dean slammed his fist down on his own leg. The noise wasn’t loud, but the motion made Sam jump.

“Please, what’s going on?” Those big hazel eyes that were usually so sharp with humor, exasperation, or even contempt now seemed to be permanently swimming in dull confusion. Bobby, now present for this descent into insanity, gave Dean an incredulous look, but said nothing. Dean’s exasperation grew.

“What year is it?”

“1998.” Sam’s eyes had become glassy and unfocused.

“What?!”

“It’s 1998.”

“What monster got you?”

“A werewolf.” Dean suddenly remembered a hunt they had been on with their father when Sam was a teenager. The kid had broken his arm and got a scar for the ages across his chest. Spent a night in the hospital getting stitches. So he knew he was hurt, Dean mused, the poor guy was just nearly nine years off.

“Sam, what--?”

“Stop it!”

“Sammy, what--!”

“DAD, JUST STOP! PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE! I WANT JESS, I WANNA GO HOME, I DON’T WANNA COME WITH YOU!” He guarded his face with his left arm and struck Dean square in the jaw. As big as Sam was, it nearly knocked his brother off his feet. Dean felt a hand on his shoulder, gripping tight to steady him. He turned to see Bobby staring back.

“Come with me, son, we need to talk.” Sam had laid back in bed, forgetting the whole mess that had occurred. His eyes were empty, but Bobby’s burned with anger.

“This might be the last six months you have left with this kid, and he could be stuck like this. Is this how you wanna spend it?” Bobby shouted out in the hall. Dean turned his face away to hide true anguish. “Making him relive the worst moments of his life? Drilling him like reality is just multiplication tables? Sam could get better. That would be great. But he sure won’t if you keep stressing him out like this.”

“You’re not my father!”

“Well neither are you, but you’re sure acting like him!” As the words left his mouth the older man knew he’d done wrong. He softened. “Dean, I’m-”

“Screw you!” Dean stormed off down the hall, ignoring Bobby’s pleas. He knew what he had to do.

It took him two days to gather the supplies. He would come to visit Sam and sit in the corner, try not to make his presence known. He mostly slept anyway. When he did see Dean it was all waterworks. The poor kid was gonna get dehydrated. Nothing much had changed over two days. Sam still didn’t seem cognizant of anything other than the fact that he was hurt. And time after time it came again. Reset, reset, reset.

Bobby would try to talk to Dean in between short interactions with Sam, but Dean stonewalled him in legendary Winchester fashion. He would stare out the window, down the road of the rural hospital, picturing the crossroads that laid there.

He knew who to ask. He kept tabs on them, hunted them. The demon laughed in his face at first, but when threatened acquiesced. Yarrow, black cat’s bone, graveyard dirt… a picture of himself. All he needed was to dull the fear. How he hated the word, how it felt in his mouth, how the feeling sat heavy in his chest. A bottle of Jack was the only way to fix this. Down the drink and down the drink and down the drink and soon even he was drunk. And with intoxication came sentimentality. He needed to visit his brother one last time. In the Impala, still soaked in bile and blood, he drove past the crossroads to the hospital, stumbled past the visitors desk and up to the 2nd floor.

“Hey Bobby.”

Bobby sat vigil over a sleeping Sam, too relieved that Dean seemed less furious to be angry at his drunkenness.

“He’s sleeping, Dean. Best wait until morning. Things might be better then.”

“He making any sense yet?” Dean slurred.

“Nah... still Pete and Repeat.” Dean couldn’t help it. He swallowed the tears before they came and wrapped Bobby in a tight embrace. “You alright son? You’re so drunk you could slosh when you walk. And I ain’t ever known you not to hold your liquor.”

“It’ll be okay Bobby.” Bobby looked at him suspiciously but didn’t seem to spy his true intentions.

“Go sleep it off Dean. We’ll be here in the morning”

He found himself in the waiting room.The bottle was gone. His vision was crossed and his feet couldn’t carry him. The supplies lay in his pockets. He physically couldn’t drive, he thought, but he could still walk. He just had to make it a mile. Sober up, he thought, just sober up and walk and Sammy will be right as rain by morning. They’d never know. Maybe they wouldn’t even miss him. A distant pang in his heart rang out at that thought.

Before he knew it, though, he was not alone. Dr Wesson had appeared-- appeared seemed like the right word. She was right next to him so suddenly, her hand on his arm in an almost motherly way. He looked up and just said “How did you know?”

“I can always tell when a family member is struggling. I’ve been doing this for a long time. Neurology is not an easy field for loved ones.” He noticed a lilt in her voice, of faith. One that he had heard in his brother’s before. He remembered that Sam used to pray every night before bed, hiding it from his father lest he be told the world was cruel and random. “I’m a woman of science, but I have seen miracles. I’ve seen people come back from worse odds than your brother.”

“My mother used to tell me angels were watching over me.” Dean said, voice husky with emotion. “And I used to say it to him. And he believed it. But the people who believe it, the good people, they always die. The good people always get hurt or die.”

“If it helps, I don’t think your brother is going to die. His life just might look very different from now on.”

“But sometimes isn’t that worse?” She looked deep into his eyes, gray meeting green..

“I suppose it can be. But if you say your brother is a person who hopes, wouldn’t he want you to have hope? Even if just for tonight?”

Dean closed his eyes and saw a six year old praying as a ten year old puts him to bed. Their father has been on a hunt for days. “Angels are watching over you,” the older one says, barely meaning it, and the younger one stops him.

“They are Dean. They are.”

He thought of his brother’s anguish at being the result of a demon deal, his fear of being alone. How Sam would never know until the next time a demon threw it in his face that Dean had sold his soul again. How he would fight til the end to get Dean back. And in that moment he felt angels. That angels would help him someday.

For that night he was a believer, and it saved his soul. He didn’t go to the crossroads. Dr Wesson grabbed a blanket from the nurses station and let Dean sleep in the chair.

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Was hell waking up in a plastic chair every morning to a phone buzzing in your pocket? It had to be, according to Dean Winchester’s lower spine. Add the hangover of a lifetime to that and it’s gotta be about right, Dean thought through his pounding headache. He opened his phone to check the time-- 8:23. Not too shabby. A text from Bobby awaited-- Get coffee. It was putting the phone back that he felt the bag of graveyard dirt and remembered what had almost transpired. His stomach dropped. Was he going to go now?

One moment passed.

Two moments.

White noise.

He found himself walking to the cafeteria and then from carrying two coffees. Not right now. Not right now. He entered room 206 with hesitation to find Sam curled up facing the wall and Bobby reading Nostradamus.

“Research for a case,” Bobby said without looking up.

“A case? I thought you weren’t--”

“Not my case, idjit. I’m being consulted.”

“Dean?” Sam turned around clumsily, having just woken up. “Dean what happened? Am I... in a hospital?”

Dean could feel Bobby’s stare boring into the back of his head. He sat down next to his little brother and took his hand.

“You… were in a car accident.” Sam inhaled sharply to speak “Shhh, shhh, nobody else was hurt. Jess called me cuz it was pretty touch and go for a while. Don’t be mad at her. I didn’t bring dad. I thought it might not be the best idea.”

“Where is she? Can I see her?” Dean looked at his brother’s sparkling eyes, longing to see the woman he loved, and he knew just what to say.

“She’s getting coffee now. She’ll be here any minute.” Sam smiled in pure relief, eyes still cloudy. Looking at the door, his anxiety grew. “Don’t worry, Sasquatch. She’s just around the corner.”

“Dean, it’s crazy to see you. I’m sorry I left…” The transient look came back. The reset button, Dean thought. It broke his heart every time. Hell had nothing on this, that was for sure. They could break every bone, they could brand him, but watching his brother like this was a torment so unique he was sure not even Lucifer could match it.

“Dean, is that you?”

“Yeah buddy, you’re okay.”

“Was I in….. An accident?”

“Yeah, just lay down.”

“Where’s Jess? Was she hurt?” Dean took a breath to answer-- she’s right around the corner she’s right around the corner, he thought-- and Sam sat straight up in bed and said “There was a fire.”

A moment of dead silence.

Pure grief framed his face as he turned to face Dean “And you….”

“Shhhh, Sammy, you’re confused, just lay down.” Dean felt his heart soar that the thread of memory was returning, but that did not compare to the crushing sorrow he felt at watching his brother relearn his pain. He would cut out his own heart if it would rid the younger man of having to go through it. Sam laid quietly for a few moments before drifting off to sleep.

“Did you see that?” Bobby said. They were both in shock.“With any luck this’ll lead to something good.”

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“They’re dead.” He said it suddenly, taking Dean by surprise. A few hours had passed and even the older of the two had been dozing off on the watch. It was about 5 pm. He turned to look at Sam to see a face full of tears, eyes transfixed at the ceiling, breathless. “Dean they’re both… dead. Dean what happened? Why am I here? Why aren’t you hurt?” The men sat dumbstruck. Sam spoke louder. “Dean…. Bobby… what happened? How bad did the shifter go?” The shifter was the case before this one, about 3 days before the accident. Dean and Bobby rose from their chairs with bated breath.

“Sam?”

“Wait… we got the shifter. What the fuck happened to me?” Dean walked slowly over and grabbed his brother by the face, maybe too roughly.

“Son of a bitch Dean, my head!”

“What year is it?”

“2006, ouch!”

“Dean, let the man go.”

“Do you remember any of it?”

“Any of what?”

“Well, what’s the last thing you remember? Unless it makes your brain hurt to think that much, you got knocked pretty hard. Cracked skull and all.” Sam’s eyes widened.

“I uh….. Remember getting to Riverwood. And going to bed and we were going to scope out the ghost in the morning.” He looked puzzled. “A ghost did this to me?” Bobby nodded solemnly. “How long was I out? You two look like shit.”

But you weren’t out. Dean thought to himself. I talked to you every moment. I nearly made a demon deal twice over.

“4 days.” said Bobby. Sam pondered on that for a minute, then laid back down. There were gears grinding in his head, that’s for sure. Dean could see it in his eyes. The younger man knew there was something unsaid. But if Dean had learned anything, it was that some things are best left that way.

“I’m not…. Right.” He said with finality. “I feel kinda funny.”

“What part of cracked skull doesn’t sit right with you? It’s a goddamn miracle you’re talking right now. It’s not a big crack but you’re gonna be in this bed for a little while.” Bobby’s voice was gruff, but a hint of relief tempered it. Dean felt stinging in his eyes again. Sam stared at him like he had three heads.

“I’m okay… really. Like I’m not okay, but I’m okay.”

“Okay little brother. Okay.” They were coming now, the tears, unable to be stopped. He knew his weakness. He had seen his own hell. That he could be someone else’s. And something out there was bigger than him, bigger than demons and monsters… maybe? He thought of the doctor walking away, and how maybe he’d seen wings on her back. Just the ghost of them, black and folded, but that filled him with comfort, not fear. I was drunk, he thought, collapsing in his chair, burying his face in his hands, shoulders heaving. Bobby pulled a bandanna from his pocket and Dean took it, furiously wiping his face. Sam, on his right, placed his arm on his brother’s shoulder.

“I really put you through it, Dean. I’m sorry.” Sam searched for words but could not find them. His head was swimming with pain. He had never seen his brother this despondent. Dean felt his pain in the hidden places of the heart.

“It was a freak thing, just a freak thing. Not your fault. Not anyone’s fault.” He wiped his nose. “Just… just take care of yourself, little brother. Just take care of yourself… when I’m gone.” The weeping man who’d been so strong for so long had let his levee break. With any luck he’d live to know the truth.

Somewhere far away, beyond the reaches of the human mind, a war was coming. And it was coming for them, fought on the backs of angels.

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